My best friend told me today that I have a bit of a savior complex. I couldn’t deny it; it’s true and I’m good at it. In the next breath she warned me that I “can’t save her” – I can’t save you.
I know that. I know that more than she understands because if it could have been done, I would have done it already. I’d have taken all of your troubles, worries, anxieties, and pains away. I’d have wiped away your scars, battled your monsters – defeated them! – and rescued you from that castle you’re currently condemned to live in.
And ultimately that means I would have destroyed you like I have every one before.
Because, we are our flaws. We are our flaws and we are our stories and we need our flaws to have those stories. Stories of bravery, of fear, of failure, and of accomplishment, success, and overcoming to become.
I’ve taken away many stories and I won’t do that here. Not to you. You need this story to become the person you will be. I may never get a chance to know that person, but I know you are strong enough and deserve the chance to get there. Anything I can do, all that I have to support that, I will do, I give to you, it’s yours.
I won’t destroy your story. It’s the best chance, if there is any, for us to have our story.