I can get a room full of people who can't stand each other to nod at the same plan. But every message that passes between them passes through me first, softened and reshaped so no one explodes. I'm good at it, and I'm exhausted. I've become a wall built to absorb everyone's blows.
More people experience this than they realize.
You can get everyone on the same page, but living as the buffer between them wears you out.
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.