All day long people bring me their worst pain and I hold it for them. That's the job, and I care about it. But nobody warned me that being the strong container for everyone else slowly drains what's inside me. By evening there's not much left of me for anyone, including myself.
More people experience this than they realize.
Holding everyone else's pain all day is quietly emptying you out.
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.