I think I know why now, after letting a friend vent about the same feelings of low self-worth I was mired in not too long ago. I understood everything they said they were feeling because I was once there, too. And while they kept apologizing for burdening me with their bad thoughts and feelings, I just kept reminding them: "You're not scaring me. I've been where you are. Here's what is happening and here's a suggestion for finding your way out."
It felt good to let someone know they weren't alone, they weren't worthless and that somewhere in Brooklyn a Jaded NYer cares about their well-being.
I can only hope it made a difference. I can only hope I made a difference.
Vexation of spirit is a waste of time
Negative thinking, don't you waste your thoughts
Verbal conflict is a waste of word
Physical conflict is a waste of flesh
*smooches...donning my therapist hat for a good cause*
maybe this post will help one of you, too.