Caregiving can be brutal. It can be expensive, exhausting, emotionally draining, and overwhelming. It can consume our savings, disrupt our sleep, narrow our world, and wear away at our health. Sometimes, while working so hard to preserve someone else’s life and dignity, we feel as though the very life is being drawn out of us.
We are neither sinners nor saints. We are imperfect human beings doing the best we can under extraordinarily difficult circumstances, often with too little help and too little rest. We bring our love and commitment to this work, but we also bring our limits, our fears, our complicated histories, and our own needs that do not disappear simply because someone else needs us.
Along the way, thoughts arise that we scarcely dare acknowledge. I wish this were over. I want my life back. I resent the people who have left me to do this alone. I’m frightened by how angry I’ve become. Then comes another layer of suffering: the shame of having thought such things at all. We wonder what kind of person could feel this way about someone they love.
These thoughts can be deeply human responses to prolonged strain, grief, and responsibility. Having them does not erase our love or invalidate the care we have given. We can be devoted and depleted. We can feel tenderness and resentment. We can wish for more time together while desperately wanting relief from what that time has become.
And we are not alone. Many caregivers recognize some of these feelings, even if they have never spoken them aloud. Behind the reassuring updates and the familiar words “I’m managing” may be an inner life far more complicated than anyone sees.
The thoughts that follow are offered in a spirit of compassion and honesty. You may recognize a few; you may recognize many. You can acknowledge them without condemning yourself for having them. You deserve to be heard, supported, and cared for, too.
