Inventory of Other

I just couldn't stop playing armchair psychologist to those in my close circles, though I knew it was a codependent effect.  I was so good at telling people exactly what affliction they were suffering and their prescribed (by me) solution, or so I thought that I was helping them.  Yes, a middle child usually ends up being the meddling child.  I wanted to help so much that I was overly enthusiastic to help them.  As for me, I'm a mess.  So now, it occurs to me that when I start to take inventory of others, I can turn that urge inward. Perhaps the awareness of this aha moment  incrementally creates the start of a natural evolution that is within myself.  So far, it's not as painful as being the other way.