THE DIARIST CONFESSIONS
Dreams vs Reality: The Caregiver
One can still dream…
A moment of reflection, March 25 2024
My dreams are of freedom. Freedom to jump in my car, head in any direction, see the sights, stay where I want, eat when I want, sleep till I wake — And not before.
My reality is of fetters.
Fetters of family, fetters of work, fetters of money, where the only sight I see is an unending road of obligation.
Where the plans I have to make to go for even twenty-four hours are nearly too onerous to consider.
Where I sleep with one ear open in case he falls, where the caregiver bangs on the door, even though it’s unlocked and he can’t hear it from two rooms away, but I can hear it upstairs.
My reality is of fetters.
I’m tired.
The clash of fantasy and reality exhausts me. But hope springs eternal, so they say.
But what do they know?
Have you ever been a caregiver for some one?
Have you ever had dreams for your life?
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