When everything feels too much, what does it mean to hold another steady through the chaos? There are moments when the world feels impossibly heavy — when the air itself seems to tremble with too much, and every story, every cry, every unraveling asks to be held at once.I have known these moments. Perhaps you have, too. When the body of the world labors, it is not one set of hands that steadies the push, but many. Some lift. Some soothe. Some simply remain — a presence that says, I am here, you are not alone. It is easy to…