I meet families on the very worst day of their lives, and my job is to hold steady while they fall apart. I carry their grief and keep my own face calm, over and over, and then go home and try to be normal. There's no way to explain that weight to anyone who hasn't done it.
More people experience this than they realize.
You hold composure through other people's worst days, and that grief is isolating.
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.