I had a gay professor in college at a time when openly gay folks still weren't out a lot, who became one of my favourite professors and was a great guy and would call me out when I started saying stuff that was ignorant.
Some interactions fill us up, even energize us. There's a connection, not a transfer. But others leave us depleted. There's a heaviness we feel, and perhaps a sense of confusion. We worked hard, and empathy might continue to radiate through us to the point of becoming anxious thoughts.
In a moment of crisis or deep self-doubt, what you need often isn't more reassurance... but a careful challenge: someone to help you spot the unhelpful loops in your thinking and hand you real tools to break free.
When I was 12, I was diagnosed with Lupus. It attacked my brain, and I had to relearn how to do everything. I lost my memory and had tremors in my entire body. I also couldn't walk; it was Cerebellar ataxia.