By the time my last client of the day walks out steadier than she came in, I've absorbed hours of other people's panic. I nod, I stay calm, I say the right things. Then I go home and lie awake replaying the worst of what I heard, and my own sleep has quietly stopped belonging to me.
More people experience this than they realize.
You calm everyone else's crisis, but their fear follows you home and into your sleep.
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.