What gives me the right?

I was just responding to some posts in the various communities I like to frequent and I thought, "WHO the HELL do I think I am??"  I was sitting there writing.  Spouting advice and it occurred to me that I struggle with the advice I give.  Meaning I have difficulty following my own ideas and suggestions.  How did I get so arrogant to think that someone else would?? Does anything I write make sense?? Does it even matter? I am about to jump off the existential cliff right now.  Like a HUGE tidal wave hitting me and pulling me under I am now suddenly faced with thinking what I say is of no consequence to anyone at anytime for any reason.  Damn!  Humility can be rough.  My innate provider/enabler nature propels me I imagine.  But I was re-reading a post and realized everything I wrote was difficult and harsh.  And the person I wrote it to could read and it and conclude that I'm some crazy freak that doesn't have clue about their life and how dare I tell them what to do.  And that person would be right.  Then again, given the nature of the setting, we can only reveal so much in such a small frame. Struggling to be succint and concise in order to get responses for our pleas of help.  Then theres the picking and choosing of who to respond to like some demi-god of who's sicker or who's better. I could go on and on and on about these feelings I am having. The abrupt nature of realizing that I am just a blip on a screen, paper having more worth than myself.  I hate that.  Self-sabotage.  I think I am motivated by my own experience though.  I reached out for help and there was none.  I called on people and they didn't respond.  I remained alone in my terror, my illness, myself.  And it was misery physically, spiritually, mentally etc.  And it has made me cold.  I have barriers now that may never fade or break.  I don't even begin to know how to change that yet I sit here espousing advice to others.  Not fixing myself.  How frustrating and embarassing. And all too human.  Maybe I made a super secret pact with myself in my darkest moments to never turn my back on someone who feels like I did.  Maybe I want to rescue someone from my fate so I can justify my suffering. How horribly martyr like of me. I am ashamed.  But my intentions are sincere and that is my dilemma. My honest heart expressing itself anonymously in my posts. But feeling guilty for it.  I even feel bad that the grammar of this entry is soo visibly poor but its a direct reflection of where I am, how I feel.  Fragmented, noncohesive and rambling.