Help wanted! I have become a personal therapist for my friends and other people, whether they are being bullied or just frustrated. After growing up without friends, I understood a few things about relationships and how to deal with personal problems. Even though most of the time I fail to follow my own advice, I try to help others who need help because that's what I always thought friends did. As I began helping others, I found myself being helped along the way. Not only with my experiences, I was starting to learn that there is more to living life than just being able to interact. It all depended on how you reacted. At first, I thought something was abnormal when my friends had, for the most part, started coming to me for help and advice on things I honestly didn't understand. But every time one of them came to me, I began to understand that talking things out would help them solve problems in their lives or find the answers they needed. Without realizing it, I started having fun helping my friends solve their problems. It made me wonder what I could do to help them more. On my first try, I would suggest talking to a counselor. It didn't go as I expected because many of them found adults to be unreliable. Then I started talking to friends. I would try to help by offering simple suggestions, such as telling them to calm down and think positively, but it didn't work as well as I had hoped a few times. I thought I would have to understand human emotions to help them, which led me to get books about human emotions (although I quickly put it back when I started feeling too confused). I actually talked about ways to help relax them. I…middle of the paper…wish they were grateful for everything I had done for them. My mother, however, went further. When I said I thought I was “useless, stupid, unnecessary and needed to die,” my mother threatened to send me to a mental hospital to make sure I didn't kill myself like my depression wanted me to. But I got help with my depression, even though I'm still struggling with it today. I learned that for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction, as if I helped my friends and my friends helped me in turn. I have found that everyone has to talk to someone, even me, otherwise they do something that would cause pain to themselves and also to others. And I finally learned that even if someone doesn't take the advice someone gives them to a 'T', they still appreciate it because it shows them that there is someone who still cares about them.