My father passed away & a friend who was a teen mother killed in a car accident will be deceased for a year this coming April. Her son turned a year old a couple of months ago. She's missing him growing up.
I've learned that not everyone is worth saving, and even if they are it doesn't mean I have to save them... I'm still in the process of learning not to hate myself because of other people's choices... but it's getting easier to realize it's not my job to help everyone, i'm not a super hero. (although sometimes I wish I was! )