My story matters because I have been a caregiver most of my life. First, to my husband. 3 years after we were married, he had open heart surgery. 7 years later, I took care of him after a cancer diagnosis and several surgeries, chemo that almost killed him.. until he passed away, 3 years later. I would do it all over again, 10X! I was the primary care giver for my momma, before she passed in 2021. She had dementia and was my everything. Covid took a full year with her away from me. I lost her in November of 2021. I lost my house 14 months after buying it, to Hurricane Milton. Relocated to Orlando. Then, a few months after I received my FEMA money, I was the victim of fraud. Lost $25K.. Who cares for me? I do. Caregivers rarely have people that care for them. It’s not a bad thing, it’s who we are. We must be in charge.. we are caregivers… So, unless a caregiver falls ill, they rarely ask for help or to be cared for. If you know a caregiver, love on them. It’s one of the most difficult jobs, for very little pay. What we get is a peaceful heart knowing we are taking care of our loved ones. Most caregivers are strong and refuse the help, but desperately want it. AND need it. I’ve been taking care of myself for 11 years now. I wonder sometimes if my heart is hardened from not having anyone in my life to lean on, or someone that will give care to me. It’s been so long, I just resolved it’s not going to happen. So, I take care of me, just like I take care of everyone around me. I have learned to love myself better than anyone else can. But I still long to be loved, held, seen, cared for…