I want to experience an ordinary day again. I long for my home to feel like my home again. I desire to wake up without first thinking, “I wonder how today will be.”
The constant state of inner conflict is tiring – trying to balance caring for myself while caring for someone else rarely feels sustainable.
I feel stretched thin, translucent in places. Some days, I’m just going through the motions.
Some days are better than others—a universal experience we all share. I just wish for more of the better days.
I crave simple, uneventful days. I want the quiet gift of being alone for a few minutes and simply existing without responsibility.
In this season of caregiving, I’m learning that acknowledging these feelings isn’t selfish—it’s necessary for survival.is writing series, may I cultivate language that leaves an impression of me in the most gentle, authentic, and loving way – words as unique as fingerprints…
