I've pulled people back from the edge and I've watched people slip away no matter what I did. The saves fade fast, but the ones I couldn't save don't leave; they stack up somewhere inside me, one face on top of another. I keep showing up for the next call while quietly carrying every one I lost.
More people experience this than they realize.
The people you couldn't save are quietly piling up inside you.
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.