There is nothing easy about watching others struggle with chronic illness. In watching and caregiving, we suffer too.
Please, do your best to understand, to be empathetic. Do your best to offer to help do some of that work if you can. The hidden labor is real and exhausting, despite being hidden. … Understand if they cancel plans at the last minute.
I can’t remember a time when chronic depression wasn’t a nemesis for me. As a child I often felt an overwhelming sadness and wept without understanding why. Now I’m a 67-year-old Christian college professor who still wanders occasionally into the dark fog of hopelessness.
I don’t like living with scarcity. I don’t like having just enough to meet my needs. I don’t like being dependent. It makes me feel vulnerable. In my economy, I want a full oil flask and overflowing flour jar. I want to see exactly how and when God will provide for my needs.