Then, I realized I couldn't do that. Still, I wanted to do my best to make people feel better. Even if I couldn't solve the problem, I hoped I could at least cheer them up, help them raise their spirits just a touch.
Sometimes though, I still couldn't accomplish even that much. That's when I felt like I was a burden to them, as opposed to a help. That's what depressed me the most. People I cared about were having trouble, and all I did was add to that distress.
Eventually, I figured out that I wasn't perfect, and sometimes, there really isn't anything I can do. Logically, I accept that fact. I also realized people I care about also care about me, even if I can't wave a magic wand.
However, if optimism means my best is good enough, I'm not satisfied.
Today, I want a magic wand...for all of us.