Love Will Change You

Life does not exist in the used to be. The hopes of yesteryear persevere anyway.

Used to be –

Employed.

Rested.

Aspirational.

Happy.

Who have you become as a result of love and of caregiving? Let me guess, burnt the hell out? Tethered to the day-after-day of overwhelm?

Maybe you have become the swimmer, towing family to safety by biting hold of the raft boat strings, striving for a shore yet to be seen.

Sometimes we Caregivers bob in the ocean, searching each other, wondering how we continue to float. At other times we dream of sinking under. Surely if the unrelenting lactic acid doesn’t consume resolve, the dangers lurking meters behind will ultimately win. Wouldn’t it be better to slide under the turbulent waters and tap out? Allow those who only come to the rescue when creation calls for the grave to answer the SOS as opposed to playing in the face of calamity and call it caregiving?

Good Girl, Good Person, know that even when your effort goes unacknowledged there is a reservoir in the human condition that pushes past the limits of what can be carried and carries even further. It is not optimal. It is not healthy. But it is survival. When an unhoused person begs for change, they rarely ask to be rescued. They ask to survive. You are here. Give thanks for managing as much.