Still Alive.
Real life can be real stressful. Especially when you are a caregiver to an elderly relative.
That’s where I am in life. It’s rewarding, yes. It is also full of struggle, pain, and disappointment. I don’t think we talk about that as much as we need to honestly. Because we shouldn’t feel those things about a family member. Someone who may have raised us or given us life or was *like* family. Right?
Okay, let me know how that works out for you.
Caregiving can be an incredibly lonely, thankless role in life. Sure, folks appreciate what you do. They commend you for your service to your family. They quote scripture at you about how you are honoring father, mother, widow, etc., etc., peter cetera. And those are great things. As a caregiver, you do appreciate that someone sees what you are doing. That they at least attempt to give lip service to your responsibilites and sacrifice.
But what we also need is the ability to break down. Cry. Tell you how hard it is. Tell you the frustrations and anger we have. Tell you how some days that person is ugly, hateful, hurtful and down right mean to us. How today that person took a swing at us. How it hurts so very much.
We need an ear. A sympathetic heart. And a coffee. Or Dr. Pepper depending on the temperature outside. We need support and love.
And for those who give these things, we give thanks and pray.
And today, for me, I get to leave caregiving, and this blog, behind for a few days of rest. May you find you place of rest as well.
Blessings.