Do you long to be rescued? Hey, I understand the impulse. I used to want someone to swoop in, handle my shit, take me out of my pain and make things smooth sailing for the rest of time! These weren’t conscious thoughts, of course. But roll with me, if someone does come and does manage to rise you up out of your life situation, what happens next time? Years down the road when for some reason, unbeknownst to you, your life has once again turned into something you need to be rescued from? But if we take the time to look within, to really listen to ourselves, to see those ignored and neglected parts and hold them, validate them, strive to understand their pleas for help, we won’t be frantically searching for external rescue. We will be the ones saving ourselves.