I keep all my grandmother's letters in a shoebox under my bed and I read them when I feel lost but now they smell like dust and her handwriting is fading and I don't know how to hold onto what's disappearing.
More people experience this than they realize.
The weight of being a living bridge between past and future creates anxiety about preserving what cannot be preserved.
“Where Are You with Historical consciousness and temporal depth?”
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.