you really can't save a damsel if she loves her distress?

Was on Queen D's blog, haven't read it for a long long while though. While scrolling down, this paragraph caught my eye. It goes like this..

I used to know this girl who gave her love away to every guy she met. & with all the games they played, she never seemed to cry, she never got upset. & one by one they came, & one by one they left. I thought that I could fix her if she would let me in. But all of my advances were shut down, in the end. When the days turned into months, I begged her to explain & this is what she sang: "It's not like I'm a slut, I just want every boy I see to walk away with a part of me until there's nothing left to hold, until there's nothing left to hate. I appreciate your help but even you can't save me from myself."



well, this certainly set my mind in motion. Though the situation that I think I'm in isn't that servere to this extent, but, is it really true that if a damsel loves her distress, there's no way that one can help to guide her on the correct path?
 
J. Low did once, mentioned to me, that there's a limit to how much rice you can grab in your hands, and this logic applies to life, there's only a certain limit to how you could help somebody.
 
All I know is, so long as its within my capability, I will try to guide you to the correct path.