Have I been weak in my life?

Sometimes I find it impossible to continue on in the work that I do. Can I really persevere through the cocktail of pain, abuse, addiction, and mental health issues that these women struggle with daily? It makes me think, have I been weak in my life? I can barely keep myself afloat just trying to help these women amidst the difficulties they face, and I'm not the one faced with any of these problems myself. Sure, I have gone through my ups and downs in life like anyone else. But at the end of the day, the kind of love and support that I come home to...how can I complain? I ponder...am I too sensitive...what do I have to offer with the relatively "easy" life that I have led...I can't relate to this kind of suffering...I am at the end of myself. I guess that's an adequate place to be.

This journey has been arduous. I will endure.