[ WP ] You have the ability to say the exact words people need to hear to brighten their day .

All of your friends give you all of their problems, and mysteriously you always know just the thing to say and they feel better. All of your life you've been a friendly person, always cheering people up. Whenever your mother was stressed out you could relieve it, and when your father tempted picking up the beer after a long day you could have a nice talk with him. At first they would be cautious and not tell you much, trying to spare you from adult issues. But soon enough they just let the feelings flow and would tell you everything. After a while though, while your friends and family were living life with an open mind, no longer troubled because of you, you soaked up their burdens. You heard everything they were saying and it just got to you. Their bad days turned good turned yours bad. It felt like you were Atlas, holding up the world while keeping everyone else on the earth safe and free. 
 Day after day your becoming depression grows stronger, every morning you feel sluggish and not willing. Yet you still help everyone who needs it, and many people have grown reliant to you since your divine therapeutic skills. One day, after a slow day, you find out something to trump all mild burdens given to you. For months cancer has been growing inside you and you have n't treated it. Now it's terminal, you do n't have very long. But now that it's your time in need, not ever telling anyone your problems before, no one knows what to say to this. They've grown so accustomed to you only helping them and not having to return good vibes. For the last few weeks of your life you are more depressed than you've ever been, and no one has words of comfort. 
 `` Hey, it'll be okay.'' or `` Get well soon buddy!'' is the best you can get, and it never helps. Sympathy does n't help when you need love. 
 
 You die with only your parents by your side, no flowers or gifts. If only you could give yourself infinitely comforting words too. 

