I can run a flawless event in my sleep now: the timeline, the crisis at hour eleven, the guests who never see a thing go wrong. But at the end of every perfect night I go home wrung out, having poured everything into making someone else's moment shine. No one ever thinks to ask how mine is going, and I'm quietly exhausted from being the person behind everyone else's joy.
More people experience this than they realize.
You are the one who makes everyone else's moment perfect, and you are quietly exhausted that no one ever asks about yours.
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.