A friend came up to me the other night, blacked out, and I felt the need to take care of him, as I know he has been struggling with alcohol. After standing outside for a moment, he started to cry and told me that he’s trying so hard to be better because of me. That I’m his inspiration.

I didn’t know how to take that information. The first thought that popped into my mind was Why me? I know why he feels this way, but why can’t I accept and take this as a compliment?

Over the next few hours, I really pondered why I can’t be proud of who I am and how I help my closest friends, whether by giving them advice or simply listening.

About a week later, I am still trying to process the emotion.