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I’m 63 and I nursed other people’s pain for forty-four years and the thing I never told anyone is that I learned how to hold space for everyone else’s suffering by completely forgetting that mine was supposed to count too

After four decades of absorbing everyone else’s pain as a nurse, I discovered the most dangerous part of being everyone’s rock is that you slowly turn to stone yourself—until the day your daughter finds you sobbing in your car and you realize you’ve completely erased yourself from your own story.

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I’m 63 and I nursed other people’s pain for forty-four years and the thing I never told anyone is that I learned how to hold space for everyone else’s suffering by completely forgetting that mine was supposed to count too

After four decades of absorbing everyone else’s pain as a nurse, I discovered the most dangerous part of being everyone’s rock is that you slowly turn to stone yourself—until the day your daughter finds you sobbing in your car and you realize you’ve completely erased yourself from your own story.

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