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becoming a caregiver

When I was fifteen, everything shifted again. My grandmother got sick. She had cancer. 

I stepped into the role of caregiver. Every morning, I woke up early to help her shower, made her breakfast, and helped her get dressed. In the evenings, I cooked, cleaned, and tried to keep the house together. 

At the same time, I was still a student. I studied, went to school, and tried to do my best, even though my world was slowly falling apart. 

I wasn’t just a teenager anymore. I was responsible for someone I loved deeply. 

2 responses to “becoming a caregiver”

  1. Sarah Avatar
    Sarah

    Hey,

    I came across your website by accident, but I’m genuinely glad I did.

    I hope you’re doing okay and that you keep sharing your story. I also struggle with depression, and reading what you’ve been through really resonated with me—especially the part about being a caregiver. My mother had cancer as well, and I know how heavy that responsibility can feel while you’re trying to keep yourself going at the same time.

    It’s not easy to carry that, and still find the strength to move forward.

    I truly believe it matters that we own our stories. Even on the bad days, there’s something powerful in simply choosing to keep going, hoping for better ones ahead. Reading your words reminded me of that.

    I’ll be checking in on your blog from time to time. I hope you keep writing—not just for others, but for yourself too.

    Take care, and I wish you all the strength and better days ahead.

    Sarah

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    1. tristanm Avatar
      tristanm

      Dear sarah, thank you for repleying. I hope you’re doing well. If you ever need a talk you can always contact me. I wish you all the best!

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