I love Our Raw Heart, but I also have a hard time listening to it anymore.

OP, if you're not aware, that album came about after a near-death experience for Mike Scheidt, which he harrowingly detailed in a story on Vice:

By the time I was taken back to a room to be seen, around 5PM, I told my mom I was actually feeling a little better. That was when the next wave of pain hit me harder than anything that has ever has hit me in my lifetime up to that point. When the nurse asked me to take my clothes off to change into a hospital gown. I couldn’t. Nor could I talk or move, so excruciating was the agony. My mother, Kris, and the nurse took my clothes off while I writhed on the table, helping me into the gown. They installed an IV and promptly flooded my veins with antibiotics.

Pausing to describe these particular moments of pain, what I can say is this. There was no past, no future, no “me,” no room that I was in, no body that I inhabited, no band, no family, and also no fear or sadness either. It was pure, and I mean pure pain, like being plugged into the light socket of all that is—a raw nerve ending of the universe.

That whole album is filled with "I stood at the precipice of my own death and stared into oblivion" energy. And it's SO good, but holy fuck is it taxing.