I appreciate the advice but you don’t understand what I do for a living. I work 8 hours a day with mostly elderly severely and profoundly mentally challenged individuals. I’ve done that kind of “grunt work” for over five years, getting hit, spit on, scratched, bruised…etc. I’ve been on clients’ death beds. I’ve sat with them in the hospital when they were sick all night long. I’ve sacrificed years of my life, holidays, family gatherings, almost every afternoon and evening I’ve had for the past five years to go off to work with these people… carrying out their activities of daily living, showering, feeding, changing, toileting, cleaning them, tucking them into bed at night, dealing with their mood swings, comforting, being patient with them, taking them for walks, taking them for trips, making sure they get their treatments…etc. I’ve gone to work with these people in hazardous situations like extreme blizzards and hurricanes. I’ve ignored personal illness, injury, and ailment on many occasion in order to make sure I was there to tend to their needs. I have given to the point of losing my own happiness and motivation in life. This is all a blessing. The problem is, I come home from this important work, God’s work really, and I sit in my room all night long tired and lonely at the end of it and needing release, needing others to be there for “me.” …something I don’t have.
All I’m saying is, I’m a person too. I am all for serving others, but sometimes I need help too.
The fact is, I give all my time up for these “others” already, to the point where nobody can love me in return. This has been the story of the last five years of my life. I’ve never had a date. I’ve never had a love interest. I’ve never had anything of my own. I literally HAVE given it all away… and yet I don’t feel like Christ said I should. I don’t feel happy. I just feel more depressed and in need of “quick releases.”