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When Help Turns Into Hurt: The Dilemma of a Self-Sabotaging Friend


In my previous blog, I shared the story of a man who stepped into my life during one of my hardest battles. He helped me break a real estate syndicate that wouldn’t let me sell my own house for 18 months. In just two months, without connections or resources, he made it happen and pulled me out of a financial crisis. Later, he stood by me again with Advaith’s Nest, proving that my conviction on rent pricing wasn’t foolish—it was visionary. Together, we wrote history in that neighborhood.

But here’s the twist.

When it was my turn to help him, things changed. The man who once fought my battles began showing a different face. He started drinking, teasing, and pushing my patience. When I asked around, his friends told me a strange pattern: he slogs for strangers who exploit him, but ridicules those who support him.

This left me puzzled until I dug deeper. People like this often fall into some behavioral patterns:

  • The Self-Sabotager – they ruin good things for themselves.
  • The Martyr Complex – they feel valuable only when suffering for others.
  • The Toxic Altruist – they can help but cannot accept help.
  • The Insecure Rescuer – they thrive when rescuing others but crumble when rescued.

Whatever you call it, the truth is the same: such people can help you rise, but when roles reverse, they damage the very relationship they built.

It made me realize—sometimes the people who change your life can also test your patience in ways you never expected. They can be both your greatest ally and your toughest lesson.

The Stranger Who Changed My Battles


In business and in life, sometimes help comes from the most unexpected places.

Back in 2021, I was caught in a storm. A real estate syndicate blocked me from selling my own house for nearly 18 months. Every attempt failed, and the weight of financial struggle only grew heavier. My pride was bruised, my options shrinking.

And then, this person walked into my life. He had no money, no connections in the city, no reason to fight my battle. Yet, he did.

In just two months, staying in a place where he was a complete outsider, he managed to sell the house. That single act salvaged not only my finances but also my pride. For me, it wasn’t just a transaction—it was liberation.

But the story didn’t end there.

When I built Advaith’s Nest, people laughed at my conviction. “The rent is too high,” they said. “Nobody will pay this much in this neighborhood.” The whispers were everywhere.

But this man believed in me. He didn’t just believe—he executed. He went out, found tenants who trusted the value we demanded, and in doing so, we wrote history for that locality. What everyone thought was “too expensive” became the new normal. The neighborhood had never seen such rentals before, and suddenly, Advaith’s Nest became proof of what was possible.

Looking back, it wasn’t just about the house sale or the tenants. It was about what we proved together—that conviction, backed by the right execution, can rewrite narratives.

Sometimes, it isn’t the crowd that validates your dream. It’s that one person who stands by you, executes when everyone doubts, and changes the script for good.