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

“You’re not a monster,” she said quietly. “You’re a caregiver in a system that loves miracles and abandons maintenance.”

I felt tears spill over.

I covered my face with my hands.

For the first time in two years, I cried in front of people and didn’t feel like I had to apologize for it.

After the meeting, the woman with tired eyes approached me.

“I’m Marisol,continue reading …