A reflection on love, responsibility, and learning to care for yourself while caring for someone else. I was caregiving long before I was able to consent to caregiving and simply because I loved my mom and I knew she needed help. I think one of the hardest parts of being a caregiver and someone who grew up in that role is you’re faced with understanding your own mortality, as well as others, very quickly. You quickly learn how complicated and unfair life is. You quickly learn
Jan 63 min read
"If no one else was telling their story, then maybe I needed to tell mine. And maybe, just maybe, that would give others permission to share theirs too."
