Useless

I hate the feeling of uselessness. Maybe it comes from my overly independent nature and desire to be in control. I considered being a nurse for a while purely because, if someone I loved was sick or in pain, I would be able to do something and help them. As it is I can't do much to help those I love who are physically hurting, and even less for those who are going through emotional pains and life trials. All I can do is pray.....not that that isn't wonderful, but I'm really into the tangible, make-it-better, action kind of help. I want to fix everyone's problems and make them happy.
Yet I sit here useless.