So as I lay here on my couch for the second day home sick from work, surrounded by Vitamin C tablets, tissues, and gatoraide alike, I hear my phone buzz on the coffee table. I pick it up and notice it’s an e-mail from the Hufington Post. It’s titled “Millennials: America’s Most Stressed Generation.” First thought: Damn you Huffington for such captivating titles, I am trying to nap here. Second thought: Finally someone else doesn’t think we’re the only crazy stressed out people on the planet.
I loved the article, and thought that it hit the nail right on the head. Let me know your thoughts!
So I have come to the realization that I am the type of person that allows everyone’s shit to become my shit. Don’t get me wrong, I mean it in the most loving tone and I do it out of love. I genuinely want to help the people in my life with their shit. Though I do not think I actually know the difference between helping them and jumping in and fixing it for them. It’s not like I go out trying to fix everyone’s problems, fight crime when I get home from work, and be a hero. I certainly do not think I am superwoman (though the thought of being able to fly is quite enticing), It honestly just happens that way. All of this has led me to believe that I have an issue.
The issue evolves from the pure fact that my attempts at being supportive usually end with their problems somehow becoming my problems. I end up being more upset, more stressed, and more exhausted than they are. I literally take over completely and DRIVE MYSELF CRAZY!
Truth is, I don’t think I know how to be the compassionate friend. Meaning, support them through issues in life, as in listen and justbe supportive. Instead, I go bat shit crazy, jump in, and join the suffering and commiseration. I am the friend who thinks it’s my duty to see them through the end and make sure they feel better so that, NO– Ican feel better. I overstep boundaries, I follow-up constantly on progress, all because I genuinely feel bad if it doesn’t go the way, NO–I expected.
In an effort to not go mad<– me wishing I had a British accent, I have decided to learn what it really means to be compassionate and be a supportive friend. I vow to find the balance between telling your boyfriend off for you, and giving you that awkward “I’m Sorrrry” look accompanied with the “Sucks to be You” uncomfortable hug.