I carry the grief of a whole congregation, sitting with the dying, the divorcing, the broken, week after week. And quietly, under all of it, my own faith has started to waver, and there's no one I can say that to. I'm burning out holding everyone up while the ground under my own feet is shifting.
More people experience this than they realize.
You hold everyone's grief while your own faith quietly wavers and you can't tell anyone.
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.