I have helped others heal in general, I've met a surprising number of people where an empathic connection let us heart-to-heart and gave them the room to get some dark, deep shit off their chests.
This has even happened with some people I only knew for a day, I played a single serving therapist and then never saw them again from having to keep on the road. This has ranged from different cultures and entirely different disorderly maps where they really needed to communicate something, and in that respect I was there to let them have that.
My issue I have with helping others is that I struggle to be dishonest even if it's what they need right then, and saying the problem plainly seems like psychic assault. If there is something they need me to say, I am more likely to note out loud how they are trying to make me say it rather than just giving them their moment.
Some of these heart-to-hearts rubbed off on me in strange ways, and in the ones that lasted longer with the room to span years, we had the room through the connection to somewhat become eachother.
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