I can’t say this strongly enough. On this journey, the ship is littered with all the things that will trip you up: anger, disappointment, despair, and helplessness. It’s important to mindfully find your anchor: acts, objects, people, or whatever brings you peace if not comfort, ease if not relief.
This is an unbearable journey that we bear because we must.
I could have done better; I could have been still more, but even in my imperfect efforts to find the quiet, to be still, I received gifts of stillness.
1) be open to the discoveries you’ll make as a caregiver, even if you can’t sort out the significance or story behind it; 2) be mindful of the discoveries that you’ll leave for others.
If you don’t journal or write through the experience, find another way to process this shrinking world that expands within you. Talk to a friend, take walks, paint, or knit… engage in any mode of expression that can receive some of what flows through you.
So you think it’s already too late? Tell them anyway. Maybe it will seep through the broken hippocampus. If it doesn’t, your words and love will fill the space between you, connect you.
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