James’s Story — “Holding On, Letting Go: Loving Someone as They Become Someone New”
I keep a box of old photographs under my bed. I don’t open it often. But I know it’s there. […]
I keep a box of old photographs under my bed. I don’t open it often. But I know it’s there. […]
I used to think being tired was just part of caregiving. That it came with the territory—like endless dishes, midnight
I’m almost thirty, and some days it feels like I’ve spent my whole life caring for someone. I stopped working
It’s been fourteen months since I started caring for my dad here in California. When I first came, I thought
I’ve been caring for my brother for five years now. I’m twenty-eight, and he’s twenty-five. And if I’m being completely
I spent most of my twenties caring for my grandpa—the man who raised me when no one else did. I
I never thought coming to Maplewood, North Carolina would feel like this. When I left Riverside, Illinois back in 2023,
There are nights when I just sit at the edge of our bed, watching him breathe, wondering if this is
I never thought caring for my mother would look like this. I’ve been her caregiver since 2019, after her first
The first time my father looked at me and didn’t know who I was, I smiled like everything was fine.