My roommate and close friend attempted suicide three months ago, and while I'm grateful they're alive, their brush with death has made me realize how much of my own sense of purpose was built around being the person who keeps everyone together. Now that they're in intensive therapy and actually getting better, I feel lost about what my life is supposed to be about, and guilty for making their crisis about me.
More people experience this than they realize.
Another person's encounter with mortality is revealing how much of your identity was constructed around being needed in ways that weren't sustainable.
“Where Are You with What grief reveals about what matters?”
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.