Dear Caregiver,
I see you.
I see the early mornings and the interrupted nights. I see the appointments you keep track of, the medications you manage, the meals you prepare, and the messes you clean up without a second thought. I see the phone calls you make on their behalf, the forms you fill out, the decisions you carry — often alone — that no one ever prepared you to make. I see the way you hold it all together on the outside while quietly wondering, on the inside, how much longer you can keep going.
What you are doing is one of the hardest things a human being can do. And most of you are doing it without a paycheck, without a manual, and without nearly enough help.
It is okay to feel exhausted. It is okay to feel scared about what is coming next, or grief-stricken over the person your loved one used to be. It is okay to feel angry — at the disease, at the situation, at the unfairness of all of it. It is even okay, on the hard days, to feel resentment. These feelings do not make you a bad caregiver. They make you a human one. Guilt has a way of shadowing caregivers like a second diagnosis, whispering that you should be doing more, doing better, doing it differently. I want you to know — gently but firmly — that guilt is lying to you. The fact that you are here, still showing up, still searching for answers and support, is proof of how much you love.
But here is what I also need you to hear: your health matters. Your sleep matters. Your relationships, your joy, your sense of self — they matter. Not just for you, but for the person you are caring for. The research is clear and the wisdom is older than medicine itself: you cannot pour from an empty vessel. When you are depleted, isolated, or running on fumes, the quality of care you are able to give begins to suffer — and so do you. Taking care of yourself is not selfish. It is one of the most important things you can do for your loved one.
You were not meant to do this alone. And you do not have to.
My name is Kari Baker, and I founded High Country Senior Advisors because of my own grandmother, Verlon, who lived with Alzheimer's disease. I know something about sitting at a bedside, holding a hand, and loving someone through a journey that changes them — and changes you. I did not have a guide. I did not have someone to call who truly understood both the clinical landscape and the heartbreak of it all. I want to be that for you.
Whether you are trying to figure out how to keep your loved one safely at home, wondering if it might be time to consider a care community, looking for someone to teach you the skills that will make caregiving safer and less frightening, or simply needing someone to talk to who gets it — I am here. Not to judge the choices you have made or push you toward any particular path, but to walk alongside you, help you understand your options, and make sure you feel supported every step of the way.
You have given so much. Let someone give a little back to you.
With deep respect and a warm embrace —
Kari