Being a carer is one of the most difficult jobs you can have. There is no rest. It is constant. For some, it can consume your life. I was given the advice to have healthy selfishness. If it only means a walk around the block or take some time for a weekend away with someone filling in it is essential. Anyone who has someone that cares that much about them is blessed.
Life is strange, isn’t it?
I have to wonder sometimes at its fairness – how some of us get to stay relatively healthy while we watch our loved-ones fall apart.
Some believe it’s all predestined: were those who are put into the role of caregiver always meant to be one? Were they somehow chosen? I’ve heard it said that people who have ended up caring for others may be challenged by a higher power… that they are, by divine intervention, simply the person for the job. Some are able to make their own choice to work in the service of those who are less fortunate, or who are sick, some have no choice other than the choice to run away.
I’m a great believer that everything happens for a reason, though not necessarily in a mystical sense. Good and bad must always have a balance. The weights tip back and…
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