Thirty years of walking into the rooms nobody else could stomach, and somewhere along the way I stopped letting anything reach me. My kids say I'm distant, and they're right; I traded softness for the armor the job demanded. Now that the end is close, I'm sitting with the hard question of what all that seeing took from me, and whether it was ever worth the cost.
More people experience this than they realize.
A career of witnessing the worst has hardened you, and now you are reckoning with what the work took and whether it was worth it.
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.