Empathy has felt like both a gift and a curse in my life. I have the ability to feel and the willingness to go through Hell to help another person survive in their darkest hours. Although, after experiencing trauma, my willingness to help others became toxic. I became too willing to allow others to take until I had nothing left, all because I was afraid to be alone with myself for too long. It was in that isolation I could feel myself turning; shoving myself closer and closer to the ledge. To avoid jumping, my purpose became using all my broken pieces to fix the holes in others. (pt. 1)