When Being "Good at It" Becomes a Quiet Burden
When Being "Good at It" Becomes a Quiet Burden
There’s a silent, almost invisible thread that runs through so many of our lives, especially for those of us who tend to be the "fixers" or the "carers." It’s the kind of thing you rarely name, but you feel it in your bones after a long day, or when you’re staring at the ceiling in the quiet hours of the night. It’s the truth that emotional labor, the work of tending to hearts and smoothing ruffled feathers, so often falls to the very same people again and again. Not because they’ve asked for it, but because they’re simply… good at it.
I feel this acutely in my own life. As a working mom, a wife, and with our son now grown and making his own way, you’d think the emotional load might lighten. And in some ways, it does. But the habits, the deeply ingrained paths of anticipating needs, mediating conflicts, or simply being the steady, listening ear, persist. At work, it might be the person who always remembers to check in on a struggling colleague or diffuse tension during a difficult meeting. At home, it's remembering that specific comfort food for a spouse having a tough week, or knowing just the right silly story to tell when someone needs a lift.
The Unspoken Expectation
The paradox is that these are often qualities we value, virtues we aspire to. Empathy, compassion, the ability to read a room – these are good things. We cultivate them, often from a young age, wanting to be helpful, to make things better. But over time, this quiet competency can turn into a silent expectation. People learn that you’re the one who will notice, the one who will step in, the one who will carry that particular kind of weight. And you do, because you can, and because to not do it feels... wrong, or like letting someone down.
There’s a quiet tension there. A part of you wants to serve, wants to be present, to live out a calling to care for others, as we are often encouraged to do. I often think of verses like Philippians 2:4, “Let each of you look not only to his own interests, but also to the interests of others.” And truly, I believe in that. But there’s a difference between choosing to care and repeatedly being handed the emotional workload because you’re simply the most capable person in the room to handle it, often with no one else stepping up.
Finding My Own Quiet
As November deepens, and the days grow shorter, there’s a natural pull towards reflection, a slowing down before the full rush of the holidays. And I find myself contemplating how to honor this calling to care without depleting the wellspring within. It’s not about resentment, not truly. It’s more about recognizing the limits of a human heart, even one that truly desires to be loving and generous. It’s about understanding that even the one who carries burdens for others also needs a place to lay her own down for a while. Perhaps it's why Jesus so often retreated to quiet places to pray, to be refilled.
This isn't an article with easy answers or a neat five-step plan for how to stop the cycle. It’s more of an acknowledgement, a quiet nod to a truth many of us carry. It’s the recognition that sometimes, being good at empathizing, at connecting, at holding space for others, comes with a hidden cost. And that cost isn't always visible until you feel the subtle ache in your spirit, the weariness that no amount of sleep seems to fully soothe.
If you've ever felt this particular kind of quiet burden, the one that whispers, "It'll be you again, won't it?", please know you're not alone. What does it look like for you to find a moment of rest, even in the midst of caring for so much and so many?
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