Looking back, I see that my desire to rescue others didn’t just come from witnessing suffering—it was deeply rooted in my childhood experiences of excessive responsibility. From a young age, I felt I had to take care of others, to be the responsible one, "the bigger person", the emotional anchor. I learned that love often came with duty, and that my worth was tied to how much I could do for those around me.
I also unconsciously modeled my mother’s behavior. She was always giving, always sacrificing, always carrying more than her fair share. She put others before herself to the point of exhaustion. Without realizing it, I absorbed the belief that this was what love looked like—endless giving, self-sacrifice, and carrying other people’s burdens as my own.
Psychologically, this pattern is often linked to childhood experiences where a child is either parentified (forced to take on adult responsibilities too early) or learns that their value lies in being useful. It creates a subconscious belief that love and safety must be earned by meeting others' needs. Over time, this translates into the ‘savior complex’—a deep-seated compulsion to fix, rescue, or take responsibility for others’ struggles.