I’ve seen it in your eyes, I’ve heard it in your voice, and I’ve read it in your email. You’re stressed. You’re scared. You’re exhausted. You’re at wit’s end.
Every time I speak to you, caregiver, I am taken back to a time where I was also stressed, scared, exhausted, and at my wit’s end. You are constantly trying to remember the happier days; the days when you did not have to worry about your parent wandering or getting lost.