The Moment She Stopped Trying to Fix Everyone
She didn’t mean to become the person everyone leaned on.
It just… happened.
One friend is going through a divorce.
A family member who needed support.
A coworker who needed to vent.
A neighbor who always seemed to be in crisis.
And because she was kind—because she was steady—because she knew how to hold space…
People came to her.
All the time.
And at first, it felt good. It felt meaningful. It felt like love.
But slowly, she began to notice something.
Whenever someone shared their pain, her body tensed.
Her mind would race.
Her heart would immediately start searching for solutions.
She would listen… but not in a peaceful way.
In a working way.
Like she had to rescue them.
Like she had to say the perfect thing.
Like she had to fix the sadness before it got too big.
And after every conversation, she felt completely drained.
Not because she didn’t care … but because she cared so much she forgot where she ended and everyone else began.
One evening, after another long phone call, she sat down on her couch and just stared at the wall.
Her shoulders were tight.
Her chest felt heavy.
And she thought something she didn’t feel proud of:
“I love them… but I can’t keep doing this.”
The guilt hit her immediately.
Because she was the strong one.
The dependable one.
The one who always showed up.
But lately… showing up had started to feel like disappearing.
Then one day, she was sitting across from a friend at a café.
Her friend was sharing something painful—something real.
And she felt that familiar urge rise up again.
She wanted to offer advice.
She wanted to make it better.
She wanted to fix it.
But her friend paused, took a shaky breath, and said: “I don’t need you to fix it. I just need you to hear me.”
That sentence landed like a bell.
Clear. Honest. True.
And suddenly she realized…
Maybe she wasn’t listening the way she thought she was.
Maybe she was preparing answers.
Maybe she was rushing people toward healing because she couldn’t tolerate discomfort.
Maybe she was afraid of silence.
Afraid of not being helpful enough.
And deeper than all of it was another fear…
If she stopped fixing people… would she still be needed?
Later that week, she read something that stopped her in her tracks:
“Empathy is not advice. Empathy is presence.”
And something softened in her.
Because she finally understood:
Listening isn’t something you do with your words.
Listening is something you do with your attention.
So the next time someone shared something heavy, she tried something new.
She didn’t interrupt.
She didn’t offer a solution.
She simply stayed.
And when the person paused, she said quietly:
“That sounds really hard.”
And she waited.
And something surprising happened.
The other person.
Their shoulders dropped.
And they said:
It just… happened.
One friend is going through a divorce.
A family member who needed support.
A coworker who needed to vent.
A neighbor who always seemed to be in crisis.
And because she was kind—because she was steady—because she knew how to hold space…
People came to her.
All the time.
And at first, it felt good. It felt meaningful. It felt like love.
But slowly, she began to notice something.
Whenever someone shared their pain, her body tensed.
Her mind would race.
Her heart would immediately start searching for solutions.
She would listen… but not in a peaceful way.
In a working way.
Like she had to rescue them.
Like she had to say the perfect thing.
Like she had to fix the sadness before it got too big.
And after every conversation, she felt completely drained.
Not because she didn’t care … but because she cared so much she forgot where she ended and everyone else began.
One evening, after another long phone call, she sat down on her couch and just stared at the wall.
Her shoulders were tight.
Her chest felt heavy.
And she thought something she didn’t feel proud of:
“I love them… but I can’t keep doing this.”
The guilt hit her immediately.
Because she was the strong one.
The dependable one.
The one who always showed up.
But lately… showing up had started to feel like disappearing.
Then one day, she was sitting across from a friend at a café.
Her friend was sharing something painful—something real.
And she felt that familiar urge rise up again.
She wanted to offer advice.
She wanted to make it better.
She wanted to fix it.
But her friend paused, took a shaky breath, and said: “I don’t need you to fix it. I just need you to hear me.”
That sentence landed like a bell.
Clear. Honest. True.
And suddenly she realized…
Maybe she wasn’t listening the way she thought she was.
Maybe she was preparing answers.
Maybe she was rushing people toward healing because she couldn’t tolerate discomfort.
Maybe she was afraid of silence.
Afraid of not being helpful enough.
And deeper than all of it was another fear…
If she stopped fixing people… would she still be needed?
Later that week, she read something that stopped her in her tracks:
“Empathy is not advice. Empathy is presence.”
And something softened in her.
Because she finally understood:
Listening isn’t something you do with your words.
Listening is something you do with your attention.
So the next time someone shared something heavy, she tried something new.
She didn’t interrupt.
She didn’t offer a solution.
She simply stayed.
And when the person paused, she said quietly:
“That sounds really hard.”
And she waited.
And something surprising happened.
The other person.
Their shoulders dropped.
And they said:
“Thank you… Nobody has really heard me like that in a long time.”
And in that moment, she realized…
The most healing thing she could offer wasn’t advice.
It was presence.
And slowly, she began to practice that.
Not perfectly.
But intentionally.
She started asking gentle questions.
She started listening with her whole heart.
And over time, something changed.
She didn’t feel drained after conversations anymore.
She felt grounded.
Connected.
Clear.
And she realized something beautiful:
Maybe her purpose was never to fix anyone.
Maybe her gift was simply to make people feel safe enough to be human.
And finally …she gave herself that same gift, too.
And in that moment, she realized…
The most healing thing she could offer wasn’t advice.
It was presence.
And slowly, she began to practice that.
Not perfectly.
But intentionally.
She started asking gentle questions.
She started listening with her whole heart.
And over time, something changed.
She didn’t feel drained after conversations anymore.
She felt grounded.
Connected.
Clear.
And she realized something beautiful:
Maybe her purpose was never to fix anyone.
Maybe her gift was simply to make people feel safe enough to be human.
And finally …she gave herself that same gift, too.
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You deserve a space where you can be held, too.
You deserve a space where you can be held, too.
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