May 6, 2019
I realised today part of my addiction is fuelled by expectation.
Before Mr. Hyde took over, I would be willing to do almost anything for someone.
Although I believed I was being selfless, there was always a lingering expectation that when I was in trouble or in need, those I helped would be there for me.
When that didn’t happen, I began to resent those people I had helped, which festered and rotted in my soul.
This does not mean I will stop helping people, it does mean that quid pro quo is no longer part of my vocabulary and that helping people does not mean setting my needs aside.
