When the Carer Gets Sick Too
This week has felt like one of those weeks that completely breaks you down. The kind of week where the crying doesn’t stop. The wandering at night becomes constant. The aggression, confusion and restlessness leave you emotionally exhausted before the day has even begun. My loved one has barely slept. Which means I haven’t either. Every sound through the night has me waking up instantly. Every door opening. Every footstep. Every moment of silence that feels too quiet. And while trying to navigate dementia behaviours, emotions and safety around the clock… I’m also raising a toddler completely on my own. A toddler who still needs breakfast made, clothes changed, cuddles given, stories read and a mum who can somehow keep smiling through the exhaustion. People often don’t realise that carers don’t get to stop when they are overwhelmed. There’s no “calling in sick.” No real break. No pause button. And eventually, your body starts keeping score. By the end of this week, after running on stress, broken sleep and pure adrenaline, I finally got sick myself. The flu hit me hard. But even then… caregiving doesn’t stop. You still get up. You still make meals. You still calm the tears, redirect the confusion and walk through the exhaustion because someone depends on you. That’s the part people don’t always see about caregiving. Behind so many carers is a person silently running themselves into the ground trying to hold everyone together. And yet somehow… we keep going. Not because we are superheroes. But because we love deeply. Still, I think carers need this reminder too: You are allowed to feel exhausted. You are allowed to admit this is hard. And you deserve care, support and rest too. Because constantly surviving is not the same as living. To every exhausted carer reading this tonight — I see you. 🤍