When I was younger I had online friends who were all way older than I was. I was all happy-go-lucky, I was like, 11? One of my friends was having problems. A 15+ year old boy came to me for help, since I was happy. I talked him out of suicide. At 11. My friend told me I was very comforting and good at calming people down. I thought it was a good thing, I thought I was good! I was doing good things. But it would turn out not being good for me. That thought, that "I can talk anyone out of being sad" ended up being an... obligation. A commitment. When I got back online at an older age (recently) I was talking to everyone, telling them how much I cared about them, etc. I started to have my own issues, but continued to value and help other people over myself. Yeah..... So I feel like I /have/ to talk to people and help them. But sometimes I couldn't help and it just. God. I'd try so hard and desperately talk people down, and then stress over it frantically because if I didn't help, if they died it'd be my