I find it easier to deal with my own stress than I do to deal with the stress of those I care about. In restaurants I struggle to even sit next to people (who I don't know from a bar of soap), that are in distress. I am like a sponge. When I do know people, and care from them, it is multiples more difficult. With myself, I value the philosophy of sitting with the light and the dark. A life without struggle would be a life without flavour. I work hard on my ability to, with the help of the relationships that hold me, cope. I would like to get to the point where I can accept the broader world's struggles too. I am not there yet.