I never planned to be a caregiver. I don’t think many people do.
I used to be human a resources professional, a small business owner, a busy wife, and a mother of two. Then everything changed.
My caregiving experience started on April 13, 2002 when a car struck my husband as he rode his bicycle home from an afternoon cycling workout. His severe traumatic brain injury not only changed our lives in the moment, it changed the course of our lives forever.
Caregiving for a loved one with TBI can be difficult for the caregiver at best, and detrimental at worst. Shifting roles, excessive stress, uncertainty, and financial strain are only a few of the challenges caregivers face, all while dealing with ambiguous loss and constant exhaustion. And yet, it is the mystery of our human condition, that amid all this turmoil, we still find moments of beauty and progress, of hope and joy.
After Hugh’s accident, I wrote my way out of heartache to find meaning. With reflection, came growth, peace, and a commitment to help other caregivers cope through shared experience, hope, and healing.
This blog is dedicated to caregivers — and to the loved ones who let us care for them, for their fortitude and the life lessons they teach us.