Probably the biggest piece of baggage I carry is this one that I can’t identify a consistent answer on. Some days, I really enjoy helping people. Other days, I hate people.
I really stick to the idea I like to help people. That’s what I do. I want to make it better. I want people to accomplish what they want to accomplish. I want them to feel better about themselves. I like spreading good energy.
One day, I mentioned to my therapist that I hate people. Her response was there is no way that could be the case because I told her I’d love to be a therapist. I didn’t feel like litigating that with her. But she just highlighted my difficulty. I don’t have a good middle ground in this.