Caregiver Corner — The Permission Slip You Have Been Waiting For

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Close your eyes.

Take a deep breath in. Hold it for 8 seconds. Feel your lungs fill. Feel your stomach rise. Hold it.

Now let it out slowly. All the way. 8 seconds.

You made it through another week.

The weekend is here. Whatever happened this week — it happened. You cannot change it. You do not have to fix it right now. You do not have to figure anything out in the next few minutes.

Just be here. In this moment. In this breath. Let whatever is going to be — be.

Someone needs to say this to you directly.

You have been waiting for permission. You may not have called it that. But it is what you have been waiting for.

Permission to feel tired without feeling guilty about being tired.

Permission to have a hard day without it meaning you are a bad daughter. A bad caregiver. A bad person.

Permission to want one hour — just one — that belongs entirely to you. Without your phone. Without someone needing something. Without the weight of everything sitting on your chest.

Permission to cry in the car. Permission to laugh at something ridiculous when the situation is anything but ridiculous. Permission to order pizza instead of cooking because you simply have nothing left.

Permission to not be okay.

Here is what nobody tells you about caregiving: the weight of it does not announce itself. It accumulates quietly. Day by day. Appointment by appointment. Repeated question by repeated question. Until one morning you wake up and realize you cannot remember the last time you felt like yourself.

That is not weakness. That is what happens when a person gives and gives without anyone refilling what they are giving from.

You are allowed to need refilling.

You are allowed to put yourself in the equation. Not at the expense of your parent. Not instead of showing up. But alongside. Both things at once. You caring for them and someone — even just you yourself — caring for you.

So here it is. The permission slip you have been waiting for.

You are allowed to rest. You are allowed to ask for help. You are allowed to not have it figured out. You are allowed to feel everything you are feeling without apologizing for any of it. You are allowed to take up space in your own life.

You do not need anyone's permission for any of that. But if it helps to hear it — you have mine.

Rest here for a moment longer if you need to.

You are doing something incredibly hard. And you showed up anyway.

That is enough. You are enough.

See you next Friday.— Caregiver Corner

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