Learning to breath

Somehow I get myself in a pickle, over and over and over.  You'd think I'd have figured out by now that I'm not responsible for saving anyone and that I'm powerless to change anything but me.  Nevertheless, I find myself running as fast as I can to pick up the pieces for those around me, so their life is nicer and smoother.  In the process I give up my time, money, and sanity.  THEN, I get resentful.