A Caregiving Comfort: Drip

Denise

A Caregiving Comfort: Drip

Denise
You hear it.

Drip, drip, drip

You can't stop it.

It's not the faucet. It's not even the White House leaks.

It's the drips from caregiving you hear and cannot turn off.

The drips come from the drudgery. The sameness of one day drips into another until you can't tell Monday apart from Saturday. The pressure to do so much, which keeps you on high alert, drips from the day into the night so that you can't relax enough to fall asleep. The relentless stress to manage what can feel unmanageable drips into all parts of your life causing your relationships, your career, your being to buckle. The unforgiving declines of your caree drip into your own well-being so that you gain in weight what your caree loses in function.

You're dripping from your sweat and your tears.

How do you turn off the drips?

The constant exposure to the drips can torture. Give yourself permission to turn off. Let the To Do list lay untouched, even if just for an afternoon. Decide to take a break from a worry, even if only for a few moments. Ask for what you need from your network of colleagues, friends, family members and neighbors. Take what you want from your day, whether it be time alone, time together or time away. Remove yourself from the hook of believing you alone must prevent, resolve and solve all that could happen.

The drips seem to take away your essence. Bring back your presence by soaking in our support. When life drips, know we stand ready to collect your sweat and tears. You will not waste. What you give will give back. Be ready to receive.