If people were to associate me with words, “volunteering” would probably make the list. I was the kind of person who enjoyed doing acts of service. It was a love language that I liked giving and receiving.
I chose to speak my love language by being a volunteer teacher. But while many of my co-volunteers could give heart-warming reasons for why they chose to start volunteering, I consider my reason to be quite messy, if not selfish.
About five years ago, I was struggling with anxiety and loneliness. I was already in my second year of college but I still didn’t have friends and the pressure of being academically excellent was getting to me. I felt empty. Joining a volunteer group…
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