I Have This Compulsion To Save The Bird With The Broken Wing

It's been with me all my life. Sounds like a noble instinct, right? 

Not so fast. The problem is that I've subsumed my own identity into one who is devoted to others in some weird ways. It became pathological many years ago and only now am I figuring that out. At 54 years old, I'm sitting here wondering who the hell I was for the last 30 years, and who, or what, am I now? Is there even a "me"?  

Its one thing to help others. It's another to hide from yourself by helping others too much. I've come out into the sunlight and so far, it's so bright I can't see a thing.
Hungryguy Hungryguy
51-55, M
Aug 1, 2010