Up until about three and a half weeks ago I litterally refused to do anything that could be even vaguly perceived as selfish because I beleive that selfishness isthe father of sin and was tge soul source of all evil in the world. It wasn't so hard in the begining butadiene the years rolled by I started to grow jealous of the simple life of others. I kept doing my thing bit I guess as the years flew by it was with this stupid misplaced expectation that God would give me my own family.
I'd gotten into a real unhealthy habbit of depending on others to depend on me so I would have a reason I could justify not giving away everything I own to others. After my last relationship ended and I sent my partner skipping back to the US free of her drug and alchol addictions. I became depressed. I could see all my friends reaching tge point where they could be independant now and I'd let my faith wain without regular contact with other christians. It didn't help that tge last thing Angela said to me was; "Liam you deserve more to be someones stepping stone, you should be someones destination."
I descided to apply some of the phyce i knew from helping a friend learn it for colledge a few years earlier and realised I had a serious problem and was at a huge risk of becoming a preprogrammed series of responses ad opposed to an actual living thinking person. I descided u should goto a theropist. $520 dollars later I'm told tgat I am perfectly fine but I should take time for myself and not blame myself so much.
Realising this was crap and a waste of a week pf my life and money I went reluctantly to m-- the woman who saved me-- she told me about a scripture (can't remember it exactly points to who can) it was about casting rubies before swine... Or something... Basicliy it ment I dhouldnt do everything for everyone and give my best to people who don't deserve it. I took it on and for the last (two?) weeks or do I've been trying my hardest to externalise my internal monolgues and focus enturly on my problem with the hopes God will ahow me a way of living free of my past and let me tell you brutal honesty, explaining all this crap each time it's asked, standing accountable when I could just mske a call and be instantly gratified by a clinger-on--it's hard.
So in conclusion, no I am not narcessistc.