Let’s face it, being a caregiver of someone with dementia can feel like treading water in an endless sea full of sharks, jellyfish, and piranhas (I know they all don't live in the same water, but it feels that way), forever, with no end in sight. We manage all of the appointments, medication, therapies, and everything else with the goal of at least keeping what we have. To slow the ongoing train of dementia. To keep whatever it is we have right now.
When my wife Barbie was going through it I cried a lot. Knowing that I was losing the one most precious person in my life. I got very angry with God. She was my strength and love that gave me the reason to go on in life. I suffer with mental illness and needed someone that I could touch and talk to so that I could make it through. This depression has been hard to live with. It's the reason that I turned to God and began to have a real relationship with him not just a religion.
When my wife Barbie was going through it I cried a lot. Knowing that I was losing the one most precious person in my life. I got very angry with God. She was my strength and love that gave me the reason to go on in life. I suffer with mental illness and needed someone that I could touch and talk to so that I could make it through. This depression has been hard to live with. It's the reason that I turned to God and began to have a real relationship with him not just a religion.