Everyone leaves my chair feeling a little more beautiful, a little more seen, because I know how to hold them. But all day long people hand me their insecurities, their sadness, the stories behind why they came in, and I carry every one. By closing time I've poured out so much that there's nothing left for me.
More people experience this than they realize.
You make everyone feel cared for, and holding their insecurities all day wears you out.
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.