There are some people I will always help, regardless of whatever their pasts might have been, because they feel like family to me, god only knows the dysfunctionality of my own family, so will continue to support a small handful, even though I've never met them, in most cases.
I refuse to believe that most people are motherfuckers, everyone has good in them, sorry bit of a pollyanna like that.
And I'd like to die knowing that I essentially lived to help others, wouldn't mind that written on my gravestone at all.
But yes will learn to manage it better and not drown in an emotional cesspool. My empathy might have been abused, but it's still there in bounds. You may not know of my mission to make a million and give it away.