A Caregiving Comfort: Light

Denise

A Caregiving Comfort: Light

Denise
I like to remind myself that I hold hope, that I can decide what hope looks like and define what hope feels like as often as I need. When I hold hope, I keep hope.

Sometimes, though, it feels so dark that I can't see whether or not hope has fallen out of my reach.

I'm in the dark when I feel that I'm not making progress or making a difference or having an impact.

In that dark place, I feel so alone because I simply can't see. I can't see support and good company. I can't see an end to the dark.

The right kind of bump, though, can lighten the darkness.

A bump can come from hearing another share my darkness or learning that another understands what it's like to be in the dark. The bumps that remind me I'm not alone seem to lighten my spirit even if I'm still in the dark. The bump reminds me that hope remains firmly in my hand.

I can be in a dark place and still hold hope. Knowing that is the light that leads me out.