Caregiving is isolating. And it comes with a particular kind of shame—because so much happens behind closed doors, and it's hard to talk honestly without fear of judgment. What has surprised me most is how many people have reached out privately—by text or email—to tell me, "This is my life too." Not everyone is comfortable saying these things publicly. I understand that. I'm honored to hold space for you. My goal is to create a place where you feel seen, where the hard truths can be named without shame, and where you feel less alone. The notes below are shared anonymously, unless or until someone chooses to attach their name. And if you ever feel ready to share openly, I'll be grateful to stand beside you.
This is how I cope with my grief. Writing about Declan, telling his story, and helping others through these words is how I keep him alive. It's how I make sense of what we went through. Thank you for telling me when something I share helps you feel seen or helps you become a better professional. This is how I honor him.