There Could Not Be a Worse Time!

The holidays are here—the season of joy, lights, and laughter. But what happens when this “merry and bright” season collides with heartbreak?

Like so many caregivers, you might be grappling with a new diagnosis or devastating news about a loved one. It’s never a good time for tragedy, but somehow, it feels especially cruel during the holidays.

The decorations, the carols, the endless “cheer”—they can feel like a mockery when your world feels anything but festive. I know that feeling of hopelessness, of wondering how you’ll make it through the day, let alone the season.

And yet, small acts of kindness have a way of breaking through the heaviness.

-A homemade meal left on the doorstep.
-A friend who wraps gifts when you just can’t.
-A simple text that says, “I’m here if you need to talk.”

Reach out to those of you who see a caregiver or family struggling this season.

Because here’s the truth—caregivers rarely ask for help. Most don’t even know what to ask for. Families often hear the well-meaning, “Let me know if you need anything,” but that rarely translates into support. People rally in the beginning, but when things get tough or awkward, they fade away.

Don’t fade away

The holidays can be hard, but your quiet, consistent support can bring light to someone’s darkest time. Show up with compassion, without expectation, and understanding that this journey is long and often lonely.

To my fellow caregivers: I see you if you’re in the thick of it this season. I know it’s not merry or bright. But I hope that somewhere—amid the heaviness and grief—someone’s kindness finds its way to you.

Remember: The greatest gifts aren’t wrapped in shiny paper. They’re found in the hands that lift us when we struggle to stand.

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Caregiving Doesn`t Stop for the Holidays

In fact, for many caregivers, this season adds another layer to an already heavy load. The pressure to show up cheerful, manage "the list," and pretend like everything`s picture-perfect can feel overwhelming.

I remember thinking, "Isn`t it 3 AM?" I`m up again—checking on Mom. Outside, the twinkling lights look beautiful, but they also sting.

The world is celebrating while I quietly carry the weight of caregiving. I`m one of 43.5 million Americans providing unpaid care, and in moments like this, I feel every ounce of that responsibility.

The guilt? Oh, it`s real. Am I doing enough? Should I try harder to make the season bright? The endless "shoulds" are loud this time of year. And honestly? Some days, I wish I could fast-forward to January.

But then I remember: I`m not alone.
Millions of us are out here—the ones sneaking out of holiday parties to check in, the ones arriving with bags under our eyes, and the ones holding it together when no one else knows how much we`re carrying.
To my fellow caregivers:

It`s okay not to feel festive.
It`s okay to take a break.
It`s okay to ask for help.

This holiday season, let`s give ourselves grace. We may not live in a Hallmark movie, but our story is far more powerful. It`s a story of love, sacrifice, and quiet resilience.

To the 43.5 million unsung heroes: I see you. I am you. I`m raising a toast to us this season. We might not have it all together, but we have what matters most.

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Why Caregiving Isn`t Someone Else`s Problem

Today, it hit me: I`m still part of a silent army—43.5 million strong. Even though my parents and grandparents have passed away, the need for care continues to increase.

If you take note, you will see it everywhere: at the grocery store, in a parking lot, on the news, and even within your friend group, which you, up to this point, thought was pretty solid in terms of support.

We`re not soldiers in the traditional sense, but we fight battles every day as caregivers.

We`re the daughters juggling work and weekend grocery runs for mom.
We`re the husbands navigating a maze of medical appointments.
We`re the friends stepping up when no one else can.

On average, we give 24 hours a week to caregiving, though many of us give much more. Together, we save the U.S. economy a staggering $375 billion annually. Yet, this comes at a steep personal cost—our health, finances, and time.

Here`s the reality: If we`re fortunate enough to reach 65, we`ll likely either become caregivers or need one. Caregiving isn`t a "them" problem; it`s an "all of us" reality. It`s not a question of if but when.

To my fellow caregivers, I see you. I honor your sacrifices, resilience, and love.

To those who might one day join our ranks: Start preparing now. Open the conversations, plan, and learn what support looks like.

And to everyone else: Take a moment to recognize the caregivers in your life. Show your support, offer a helping hand, or say, "I see you." Because one day, that caregiver will likely be you.

Caregiving is a universal truth—one that connects us all.

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How is it already Thanksgiving next week?

Time often feels like a blur for caregivers—a series of endless tasks and responsibilities. When life feels overwhelming, celebrating anything can seem impossible.

But this Thanksgiving, I encourage you to pause, even if just for a moment, and find a tiny bright spot.

Caregiving can feel heavy, but it`s in the small, unexpected moments that joy often hides:

The way your loved one lights up when you walk into the room.
A shared laugh over a cup of coffee.
A kind word from a friend or stranger reminds you you`re not alone.

Gratitude doesn`t mean ignoring the hard stuff. It means acknowledging the moments of light that make the hard stuff bearable. Try keeping a small gratitude journal this week—just one thing a day. On tough days, these little notes can remind you of the love and strength surrounding you.

To my fellow caregivers: Your love, effort, and dedication matter. Even if it feels like no one notices, it matters. This Thanksgiving, let`s take a moment to give thanks for the good in our lives and appreciate ourselves.

You`re doing incredible work, and it`s okay to recognize that. Take a deep breath, embrace even the slightest glimmer of gratitude, and know you`re making a difference.

This season, let`s find one thing—just one thing—to be thankful for each day. It might just be the bright spot we need to keep going. ...

Your First Day As a Caregiver

If you’re like most of the 53 million family caregivers, you probably don’t remember your first day as a caregiver. It’s not a milestone we celebrate, like graduation or a promotion. Instead, caregiving often creeps into our lives quietly, transforming our roles without us even realizing it.

We don’t aspire to be caregivers; it’s a role that chooses us when we least expect it. We hold onto memories of our loved ones in their prime—the soccer coach, the PTA leader—while we step into the uncharted territory of caregiving, managing appointments, and daily tasks.

Recognizing yourself as a caregiver can be a profound moment. It’s not just about the responsibilities you take on; it’s about acknowledging the depth of your love and commitment. This realization can be empowering and daunting, but it opens the door to support and connection with others who understand your journey.

Take a moment to reflect: When did you first realize you were a caregiver? Perhaps it was when you helped with groceries or made care decisions.

Embracing this role doesn’t diminish who you are; it adds another layer to your identity as a son, daughter, spouse, or friend.

Caregiving may not have been the path you envisioned, but navigating it with compassion and resilience makes your journey meaningful. Your experience matters, and so do you. ...

What’s Really Happening Behind Closed Doors? A True Story for Distance Caregivers

For caregivers in the infamous sandwich generation, balancing family, work, and caregiving from afar can feel like an act of faith. But do you really know what’s happening behind closed doors?

Sally Jo thought she did. Living in Nashville, she did her best to help her mother, Pat, who lived all the way in Portland. She arranged for me to visit Pat, assuring me that her mother just needed a quick check-in a couple of times a week—some groceries, light housekeeping, that sort of thing. Famous last words.

When I arrived, I felt a chill as the autumn wind stirred the damp, crumpled newspapers on Pat’s porch. They hadn’t been collected in days, maybe weeks. Rain-soaked mail clogged the screen door, a sign of isolation that no phone call or video chat could reveal. I rang the bell and called out, but it was Pat’s faint voice, calling from inside, that urged me to step in.

The smell hit first. It was a sharp reminder of just how alone Pat had been. "Hello?" I said, trying to steady myself. "Your daughter, Sally Jo, asked me to stop by." From somewhere deep within the cluttered rooms, Pat’s warm response came back: "Come on in, dear. Make yourself at home."

And so began our conversation. Pat was a storyteller with a rich past, sharing memories of her family, her youth, and her dreams for her children. But as she spoke, her smile faded. The truth of her current reality was harder to share. She admitted she had been confined indoors for months, the world outside becoming a distant memory, her home slowly closing in around her with debris and disrepair. What began as manageable had become overwhelming. She was embarrassed by the state of her home but felt helpless to change it.

For Sally Jo—and so many caregivers trying their best from a distance—this situation is more common than we like to think. Our loved ones rarely want to admit they need more help. But the truth is, distance caregiving requires more than an occasional call and check-in. Pat needed real, consistent support to keep her environment and her spirit healthy. ...

A Love Story Torn by hashtag#Alzheimer`s: The Unbearable Cost of Care

Elvin pulled into the parking spot for new residents, his heart heavy and hands trembling. Sixty years of love and marriage to May led him to this moment—one he never imagined facing. As he walked through the doors of the memory care facility, beads of sweat gathered on his brow. The thought of leaving her in someone else`s care seemed unbearable, but caring for her alone had become impossible.

A young man named Greg welcomed him, immediately sensing Elvin`s strain. Once inside, Elvin could no longer hold back. He spoke through tears, sharing how May`s Alzheimer`s had changed her. Once the love of his life, she now hit and bit him in confusion. He showed Greg an old photo, his voice breaking as he said, "We were so happy."

But then came the blow that broke Elvin`s heart even further—the cost—$6,000 a month, well above the national average and more than Elvin could afford.

Elvin`s story is not unique:
Nearly 2 out of 3 Americans can`t afford a year of memory care without draining their savings.
48% of families cut back on their expenses to provide care for a loved one with hashtag#Alzheimer`s.

Over 11 million Americans provide unpaid care for those suffering from Alzheimer`s or dementia, often sacrificing their health and finances.

Elvin`s journey reminds us that behind every number is a family, a love story, and often heartbreak. The time is now to demand better care options and more support for families with this enormous burden.

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