Caregiving: Fear

Wearing his shirt isn’t meant to be dramatic. It’s soft and comfortable. It was in reach as I tumbled out of bed, bleary-eyed. All would be well by the afternoon. A hospital admission just to be on the safe side, that was all. Not his doing. Doctors who care. Gratitude for that helps to balance out the panic. Read More Caregiving: Fear

This Week in Lady Reads (and News)

We’ve got a bit more news than usual this week since Sara’s on vacation, plus lots of other interesting things to read and watch.  Read More This Week in Lady Reads (and News)

Caregiving: The Danger of Wishing

Wishes are something I have always been cautious of. I can’t offer one singular reason. It isn’t a fear of the supernatural, I don’t believe wishes are real. I don’t believe that by uttering the words, some force may impose good or ill upon me. I’m uncomfortable with them, nonetheless. Read More Caregiving: The Danger of Wishing

Caregiving: Pillow Talk

It’s been too long. Cushions everywhere and wrapped up in a blanket, I feel like I could sink into sleep far too easily. Come, it’s late, there are more blankets. Quilt, comforter, fleece, wool. Cushions and pillows, too. The blinds are down and curtains are drawn. There’s the patter of three sets of paws looking for supper. The hour is late and I can’t bring myself to climb the stairs to go to bed. To give in to the day’s aches as my head sinks into the pillow. I can’t. Not yet.

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Ask UfYH: You Can Do This

Q: I’ve been in a deep, deeeeep depression for the past six months. Couple that with the severe social anxiety I’ve got that prevents me from wanting to go outside my apartment. I’m trying to take care of it/myself, but I can only do so much. Read More Ask UfYH: You Can Do This