I've sat with people at deathbeds and in the worst nights of their lives, and I can hold that space now without flinching. But at two in the morning I have my own questions, the kind I'm not supposed to have, the ones I comfort other people out of. I carry those alone, because who would I even tell.
More people experience this than they realize.
You steady everyone through their darkest hours while hiding doubts you can't voice.
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.