A young officer asked me how I sleep knowing everything comes down to me, and I could see the fear of it in his face. I told him I used to fight the aloneness of this chair, and somewhere over the years I made peace with it instead. The weight still rests on me alone at the worst hours, and I've grown quiet and steady under it rather than crushed.
More people experience this than they realize.
You've made peace with being the one everything finally rests on, and carry that solitude steadily.
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.