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Raudri Maria Rippo's avatar

This brought tears to my eyes. I feel a belonging that I needed to feel today. I feel a welcome through my own pain of needing to choose chosen family. Thank you🙏

Allie Varga_Spousal Caregiver's avatar

Living a caregiver-defined existence means my energy is a finite, precious currency. Every ounce of mu heart, patience, and stamina is already spoken for, poured entirely into holding up the fierce protective scaffolding my spouse. There is simply nothing left over. To say "I don't let people in" isn't an act of coldness; it is an act of survival. When you are bone-tired, you don’t have the luxury of entertaining guests at the door of your inner life.

But maybe welcome doesn't have to mean letting people in. Maybe, when the energy just isn't there, true welcome is found in the places that demand absolutely nothing from you in return. It’s the quiet solidarity of a fellow traveler who passes by without needing an explanation, or the silence of a rugged mountain summit where the wind beats against your back and the earth simply lets you exist. When the human world feels like too much work, those quiet glimmers are the only sanctuary we need.

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