A week to remember.

I have had one of those. A week to remember. I week I want to forget. I don't want to say too much about it, but I am eternally grateful that I am on the outskirts of this situation, and not completely entrenched like those that are. It is a terrible situation, lives have changed and will be changed forever.

I have found things out that I did not want to know, but at the same time, I'm glad I do know these things. I know that while I want to help as much as I can, this situation is so far away from what I am capable of, so far above my level of expertise (which is minimal!), and far beyond what I can cope with.

I wanted to keep it to myself, to try to cope alone, but I thought the better of it and sought my parent's advice. As always, while they showed unwavering support for my intended method of dealing with the situation I was presented with, they also gave honest feedback. They reassured me that while I want to help, it is not my responsibility to, and that I should not feel guilty for stepping back and allowing things to continue without me.

I suppose I need to apply this advice to other parts of my life as well. I need to accept that it's not always my responsibility to swoop in and save the day. I'm not equipped to deal with every situation, I don't have the experience or the skills to help everyone and solve the world's problems.

Wouldn't it be nice if I did?