I am a dark worker. People laugh and think I’m joking; they usually correct me and say, “Don’t you mean light worker?” And then I tell them, “No, dark worker.” I don’t see people when they are feeling light or happy. I work with people when things are dark and muddy and terrifying. These are the bravest people I know, by the way. They have the courage to walk deeper into the darkness with a complete stranger. They are prepared to poke around into their cold cup of rancid emotions, say things they’ve never said aloud, and figure their lives…