the anger.

the resentment.

the guilt.

the impossible questions.

the things you can't say out loud.

the things you don't know what to do with.

when i became a caregiver, i found information.

i found advice.

i found checklists.

i found resources designed to help me learn, manage, organize, and cope.

what i couldn't find was a place for everything caregiving was leaving behind.

the thoughts that followed me around.

the feelings i wasn't proud of.

the questions nobody could answer.

the parts of myself that seemed to disappear along the way.

i didn't need more instructions.

i needed somewhere for those things to go.

so i started creating what i couldn't find.

because i figured i probably wasn't the only one.

best i can isn't here to fix anything.

it's here because sometimes caregiving leaves you with things that have nowhere else to go.