All of the encouragement isn't enough. It actually makes me feel worse. It's the limits of their communication and reasoning. People try to help others with what they think would make themselves feel better. They think that their encouragement should make the difference. I wish it did. I feel worse because I know someone is trying to help, and I feel guilty that it isn't working. I feel bad that they fail. I don't know exactly how I handle my emotions, I just know that I do handle them. I have never been able to describe my problems in a way that it is understood by someone. I can only skirt the subject by writing about the fact that it exists. I don't mind failing as much as some people, but there are always kind people trying to encourage me. I don't know what it would feel like if they weren't there. Perhaps then I would understand the difference it made. Some people really push the idea that every person is uniquely different. Why do so many people take care of and treat other people's problems like we are all the same?
