I can’t imagine how you feel. I have been through my own version of exhaustion and I know, 100%, that no one can understand fully, another person’s pain.
We can be compassionate. We can empathize. We can give kind words, hugs and other forms of support.
But, it remains hard.
I can tell you that it’s human. And that writing this, is a very brave thing to do. To be able to give words to feelings that are hidden beneath the facade, to ask the world for help.
Most people think expressing how worried, tired, sick, we are, or how much we are struggling, is weakness.
It takes courage to admit that we can’t handle it alone. It takes bravery to recognize our fears, yet, plunge head first into the task we know we must complete.
I’m sorry you have to go through this. I don’t wish it were easier. I think, because of all this, you can show love, affection, compassion and strength beyond the frail facades society has put in place to judge people.
You are providing the kind of care that only comes from a well of love — for grandma and for your parents. You are able to see how hard it is for everyone, and you pick your own part of the load to help.
It is hard, Les. Ashia. For real.
I’m with you. I will pray and I will send you all the good vibes and thoughts I can muster.
I pray you survive this. I pray you keep getting stronger. I pray you find a way to see how much you are changing the way the world sees the young, African woman.
I’m very proud to know you and to call you my friend.
I need you to know that I love you no matter what.
This too shall pass.