I am not “the rock”.
I am not brave.
I am not strong.
I am terrified.
Every single day.
There is a panicky moment each day when I think, “I cannot do this.” I want to load up the family and the dogs, jump in the car, and drive as far away from this madness as possible. But that wouldn’t be the right thing for Dave. So I stay. And I do the best that I can. And somehow one minute, one hour, one day at a time, I am managing to get by. Each day seems to be a little tougher than the one before.
But there are small victories – I got my 6’5” 238lb. man to the shower and back in one piece. In these victories I am reminded (in the recently shared, wise words of Winnie the Pooh)
“you are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think”.