via A Siren Song
From the time I was very young, I’ve had this complex where I feel the need to save people. It’s almost a physical need, like food and water and air. I can’t turn away. And it’s exhausting.
This trait is absolutely connected to the fact that when I was in fifth grade my father was diagnosed with a terminal illness. I spent the next four years watching him deteriorate while trying to will him into recovery. It didn’t work. Cancer is sort of a bitch that way. But aside from leaving me fatherless, the experience also left me with a faint feeling of failure and an unshakable desire to save the wounded.