I'm out at sea for months at a stretch, and the work is hard, but the work isn't what gets me. It's the birthdays I miss, the voices I only hear crackling over a bad line, the empty bunk feeling that no shift can fill. The loneliness out here is a whole different kind of hard than the job itself.
More people experience this than they realize.
The months away from the people you love hurt more than the work ever does.
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.