Hi, I'm Jennifer.
I am a brave caregiver.
Brave Caregiving is imperfect and funny and irreverent.
It means caring for yourself just as much as you care for others.
It means facing your own shit and owning it.
It means never having all the answers.
It means listening to others when you feel like you know better.
It means doing things differently sometimes.
It means not giving in to the voice that’s telling you you’re failing.
It means being scared and doing it anyway.
It means loving hard and doing hard things.
I am a brave caregiver.
Will you be brave and join me?
Caregiving can be overwhelming.
Nobody hands you a manual and throws you a party. You’re left to figure it out on your own. Where do you start?
You feel like you are living your life waiting for the other shoe to drop. There’s so much waiting. So much uncertainty. How do you know you’re making the right decisions?
There is so much to do. Appointments to coordinate. Supplies and equipment to order. Medications to track. People to keep an eye on. Forms to fill out. Asking for help can feel like a chore of its own. How can one person manage it all?
You don't have to do it alone, I can help.
Does one of these scenarios sound familiar?
You are the sole caregiver of your aging parent. You can barely keep up with your job, personal issues and life. You're exhausted and you don't know how much longer you can keep up this pace. You just want to run away.
You have a parent in a nursing facility or assisted living. You visit them daily, or weekly, or maybe just once a month. You feel guilty every day that you see them living there. You wish you could be the one to take care of them, even though you really don't want to. You just don't know the right thing to do.
You are managing the care of your parents and are working to hire or retain caregivers to help you. You can't find caregivers that would do it as well as you would. Maybe you need to just take over - but how???
You are living with your aging parents and are committed to their care. You want to incorporate self care but can't imagine where that would even fit in. An hour to shower or take a nap is a luxury. You thought having your parents in your home (or living with them) would make it easier but it's actually just made everything harder. There are no breaks. Just when you get a moment to breathe, they need something else. The resentment is creeping in and it's becoming almost constant. You find yourself snapping at your parents, your partner, and your kids. You regret ever agreeing to this. Your life is on hold until your parents die. Of course you don't want them to die, but you just want relief. But if you're relieved, then the guilt is overwhelming.