Caretaking is like a box of chocolates, you never know who you will be talking to each morning. It is sometimes funny and sometimes heartbreaking. Alziemers is a complex disease, and it is teaching me compassion.
When I think of my childhood, I can sum it up by saying I lived in Dysfuction Junction. A place without hugs, or I love you’s, just awkwardness around emotion and lots of punishment.
So I struggle to be a caregiver to someone I don’t want to be anything like, I am in my own prison. The confinement hinders my happiness. The pressure brings anxiety. No matter what I do, I couldn’t seem to break free from the past(old blue print).
Then the light bulb went on (Thank you MKE) just love her and I am who I choose to be everyday. I choose to be whole, perfect, strong, powerful harmonious and happy. I was made in his image. The great Iam, is intertwined with my spirit, I choose is love.