Giving in is not giving up

Okay, so today I made a realization that giving in to reality is not giving up. I've been trying to help people for a very long time, and while I may not always succeed, I always do my best. No one has all of the answers. No one knows everything. No one always knows the right thing to do, and for different people and situations, sometimes the right thing is different. I have never purposely done anything to sabotage helping people. But lately I've come to realize that you can't help  those who don't want to be helped. I've found that while my intentions are pure, I may not always do the "right" thing. And as I stated earlier, not everyone agrees on what the "right" thing is. After pouring my heart and soul into helping one particular person lately, I, sadly, came to the realization that I can't. I can't do anything for that person, because she doesn't want my help. And no one around her wants my help either. But I am comforted by the fact that I'm not giving up. I'm giving in to reality. I will put my efforts into something I can do.  I'm going to take the foster parent certification courses, and I'm going to help someone I can help. I'm going to love someone who will let me. I am going to make a difference in someone's life, even if I can't make a difference in EVERYONE'S life. If I can help just ONE child, I can make a difference.

Warp Speed Overload

Has your brain ever been so full of thoughts, worries, or dreams that it feels like there should be buzzers and lights going off to warn of the oncoming overload? Sometimes I feel that my brain is so full of everything, moving at warp speeds, that I cannot begin to sort it all out. When I get into what I call "Warp Speed Overdrive". It's as though there are 500 people in the room screaming at me. I cannot make sense of it all. I feel like I want to just rip my hair out, and tell the whole world, as well as my brain, to quiet down and allow me one moment of peace to pull myself together. I've always found writing to be a weapon against everything in my head. So this will be my newest artillery. This will be my saving grace. I may not always be nice. At times I may seem completely insane. But this, this place, will grant me sanity, serenity, and peace at last. So this is my place. It is my place to dump everything in my head, so that maybe, for a moment, I can think clearly.