Pollyanna? Moi?

During one of my admissions to the EDU (that's Eating Disorders Unit for those unfamiliar with the jargon) one of the nurses told me that, in her oh so humble opinion, that I was adopting the role of the 'Pollyanna of the ward'.  She asked me why I insisted upon focusing on other people's issues at the expense of my own issues.  I hated her at the time but maybe she was more astute than I gave her credit for.  Denial?  Isn't that a river running through Egypt?  This is the closest I'll get to a mea culpa.