How to Save a Life

Help wanted! I have become a personal therapist for my friends and other people, whether they are bullied or just simply frustrated. After growing up with no friends, I understood some things about relationships and how to deal with personal problems. Although, most of the time I cannot seem to follow my own advice, I try to help others who need the help because that is what I have always thought friends did. Since I started helping others, I found that I myself was being helped along the way. With not only my own experiences, I was starting to learn that there was more to living life than simply being able to interact- It all depended upon how you reacted.

At first, I thought something was abnormal when my friends had, for the most part, started to come to me for help and advice in things I honestly didn’t understand. But every time one of them came to me, I started to see that talking things over would help them solve problems within their lives or find answers they needed. Without realizing it, I started to enjoy helping my friends figure out their problems. It led me to wonder what I could do to help them more. With my first attempt, I would suggest talking with a counselor. It didn’t work out like I planned because many of them thought adults untrustworthy. So then I started to talk with friends. I would try to help by offering simple suggestions, for example I would tell them to calm down and think positively but that didn’t work as well as I had hoped some of the times. I thought that I would need to understand human emotions to help them, which caused me to pick up books on the human emotions (though I quickly put it back down when I started to get too confused). I actually talked about ways to help relax them. I...

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...iend, that they were thankful for everything I had done for them. My mother went a step farther them though. When I had said that I thought I was “useless, stupid, unneeded, and should die”, my mother threatened to send me to a psychiatric hospital to make sure I didn’t kill myself like my depression wanted me to do. But I got help with my depression, even though I’m still struggling with it today. I learnt that for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction, such as me helping my friends and my friends helping me in return. I discovered that everyone has to talk to someone, even me, or else they’ll do something that would cause pain to themselves and even others. And finally I learnt that even if someone doesn’t follow the advice someone gives them to the ‘T’, they still appreciate it because it shows them that there is someone who still cares for them.