Several months ago we accumulated a lot of words, names, descriptions of the way that caregivers see our life as Caregivers. Here is the lattest accumulation:
Picture all those descriptive words as a large pool of sticky, slimey, gooey mud. We have fallen into that pool, but we can struggle, flounder, and slowly work out way through the pool and eventually wade out. We may carry some stains from the gross stuff but we will survive and have a life afterward--one of our own making.