I can sit with most people who are hurting now and be a steady presence. But when someone's suffering is bottomless, or they look at me and ask if any of it is even true, I feel myself reaching for words that aren't there. I stay, but inside I'm unsure I'm giving them anything real.
More people experience this than they realize.
You can offer care, but the deepest suffering and doubt leave you unsure.
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.