I Prayed for a Miracle—Now I Lock My Door at Night

boring lives.

When my tears finally slowed, I did something I’d avoided for months.

I opened my phone.

I searched for caregiver support groups.

I scrolled through forums full of strangers saying the words nobody says out loud at church or in grocery store lines:

I’m exhausted.

I’m angry.

I love them but I hate this.

Sometimes I wish it had ended.

I stared at continue reading …