I've kept people breathing through the worst hours of their lives, again and again, for years. You'd think you get used to standing that close to the edge, but you don't, not really. All that time near the line where breath stops has worn a groove in me, and I don't know how to fill it.
More people experience this than they realize.
Years spent at the edge of life have worn something in you that won't fill.
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.