Tied up in some unpleasant things, more like. But, it sure felt that way.
There had been times where I had entertained the thought of becoming a crisis counselor. More than a few times, though, I've actually served as such in lieu of a person actually calling a crisis counselor. I do it because I care about people. I want to help them and I don't want to see them suffer and I want to take all their negative feelings away from them.
Though, there comes a time when a person simply refuses to do what needs to be done to turn their mood around, despite being pointed in the right direction and supplied with the resources they need. There is only so much I can do, and twice now, I've been so wrung dry from repeating the same things and offering the same advice, and giving them the same resources and having to seemingly do this week after week that I'm livid. I'm livid, I'm angry, and it's because I care so much that I will not allow that person to hurt themselves so long as I'm around.
I spent an hour on the phone with a crisis counselor in their area and gave them as much information as I could, and was connected with authorities in their area should I manage to garner more information so that help and intervention can be sent their way, since they won't seek the help themselves.
I'm tired as hell and completely worn out. And I can't sleep, because I'm worried sick. So, that gif is a pretty damn accurate depiction of my night.