I remember when I had more enthusiasm for speaking positively to people, I would try to encourage them, and then I hit a rut and just didn't have the energy to help others. I remember I would talk with people all night long while they told me about their problems and we would work on them together. Sometimes we'd come up with a solution, and sometimes not. When I was able to make a positive difference in others lives, I felt better about myself and my own worth. At some point I got scared, I got hurt, I stopped helping, I ran away, into my cave to masturbate until the sun fizzles out. That's no way to be.