Three years ago I had reached my limit. I was spending my days working full time as a special-education teacher and my nights at the home of my aging parents, helping to care for my 79-year-old mother, who was suffering from advanced Alzheimer’s. On top of this, I was trying to carve out time for my teenage daughter.
It was exhausting. My mom started to have a lot of aggression and would lash out and throw things.
I’d stay up all night with her, and then go to work in the morning. This went on for months.
Pulled in different directions, I struggled to find one-on-one time with my daughter.
My mom needed me, my dad needed me, and my daughter needed me.
Now my mom lives in a long-term care facility and my life has regained some normalcy.
I visit my mom on Sundays, often feeding her lunch. And my daughter is thriving, getting top marks in school and staying active in sports. Things are so much better now.