My Love Letter to my Fellow Caregivers
Dear Caregivers — the daughters/sons, mothers/fathers, sisters/brothers, aunts/uncles, cousins, friends, partners, and spouses.
This letter is for you.
Not the title you carry at work.
Not the “get-it-all-done” person everyone relies on.
Not the one who smiles and says “I got it” even when you’re running on empty.
This is for the real you. The tired you. The quietly-strong you.
The you who wakes up and gives—again.
If you’re anything like me, caregiving wasn’t something you planned for, it was something you stepped into—out of love, out of necessity, out of who you are.
When my mom started needing more help, I didn’t hesitate. I just moved.
And I know that’s the same spirit so many of you move with—out of instinct. Out of loyalty. Out of love.
But I also know what it can cost.
The lonely moments when it feels like no one sees how much you carry.
The guilt when you finally do something for yourself.
The exhaustion that doesn’t always go away with sleep.
So this month—National Caregivers Month—I want to pause and say:
I see you.
I honor you.
And I’m sending this as a love letter to remind you of some truths that are easy to forget:
- You are not alone.
- You are allowed to rest.
- You deserve to be cared for too.
- You are doing enough.
- You are enough.
- You are not selfish for having needs.
- You are strong—but strength doesn’t mean silence.
- You can ask for help.
- You are still you—outside of the care you give.
- You matter.
Please print these. Tape them to a mirror. Share them with someone else walking this same path.
And when you need a moment for yourself, I hope you find a quiet corner to breathe, to reflect, to rest, or even cry if you need to. And I hope you let yourself be wrapped—in peace, in love, in the warmth of knowing that you are not forgotten.
Stay covered with deep love and care,
Kim Alexis Newton
