I handed down a sentence today that will reshape a young man's whole life, and then I drove home alone to an empty house. For years I've been the final word on other people's fates, and the weight of that never really leaves the shoulders. I've grown so used to holding it by myself that I've quietly drifted apart from almost everyone.
More people experience this than they realize.
Years of holding people's fates as the final word have quietly isolated you.
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.