Random Musing

They say I cannot love someone else if I didn’t love myself first. Or that I cannot help somebody else, if I didn’t help myself first.

But would I let these lack of self-love, and helplessness stop me from loving others more than I love myself, or save someone before I can save myself?

I won’t let it, if I have to. I will still do it, if that’s the only way I can find purpose in my living. Even if it means I’d give more than what I have, even if I end up broken; I’ll pick myself up—I’ll deal with that. But what I can’t handle is to see the people I care about suffer, while I sit here in the comforts of my own delusional pyschobabble thinking everything will eventually turn out fine without even me taking action.