All day people sit across from me and hand me the heaviest things they carry, and I hold every piece without flinching. Tonight I sat alone in the quiet office after the last client left and realized my own chest was tight and I had no one to hand it to. I've spent years asking who is caring for everyone else. I never once asked who is caring for me.
More people experience this than they realize.
After years of holding other people's pain you are worn thin and wondering who takes care of the one who heals.
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.