“Be strong,” I was told. Often. Ad infinitum. Almost Ad nauseam
The advice sounded fine and intelligent, but just what, exactly, did it mean?
Does being strong refer to not crying? If that is the case, I most certainly was not consistently strong during the pinnacle of my caregiving struggles.
Does being strong mean you have to do it all on your own: not reach out to others for help, advice, comfort, compassion? I certainly tried that and ultimately deteriorated into a useless mess, not only ineffective at being Joe’s caregiver, but also quite incapable of taking proper care of myself.
To be sure, telling a friend to be strong is a fine suggestion but only if the proper clarification follows those two words. Many well-meaning people share the platitude with friends who are going through a difficult life situation. Not enough of them can articulate – in my estimation – just what it takes to “be strong.”
And, so, it fell upon my shoulders to figure it out. I had to grasp how to be strong in the face of the adversity Joe and I had faced in 2016. And still deal with, to some degree, today.
Recently I found a wonderful little quote that pretty much sums it up:
“A strong person is not the one who doesn’t cry. A strong person is the one who is quiet and sheds tears for a moment, and then picks up the sword and fights again.”
Where were these wise words when I needed them? For, every time I broke down into a sobbing puddle, I assumed I wasn’t being strong enough and chastised myself for failing. Each episode of overt anger made me feel that I’d broken an unwritten law – the one that said I had to remain tough or I wasn’t being an effective caregiver.
Yet, reflecting upon the most stressful episodes I now recognize that friends, medical personnel and family members were not berating me for breaking down into angry episodes or crying jags. Quite contrary to that, they had helped bolster me up until I found the reserve within myself to continue on the mission of caring for Joe.
Those were the people who understood what “being strong” truly means, and they were sharing the wisdom of that quote with me. I just didn’t “get it”. Without me recognizing it, I was the one who did not grasp what those words meant. I was the one forcing myself to be stoic assuming that was what defined a strong person.
As caregivers we are required to do so very much; learn medical jargon we never thought we’d need, interact with professionals in their chosen fields of therapy, share that which we absorbed with our loved ones as we continue to retain our previous – before the upheaval – lives.
It’s a lot to put on someone’s plate. And that plate is bound to falter at times. Perhaps even crash and break.
However, unlike Humpty Dumpty as he fell from his wall, we can pick up the pieces, be put together again, get back up, ready to carry on.
That, my friends, is what “being strong” really is.
CJ Golden is a writer and motivational speaker from Newtown, Connecticut. Through her first two books, “Tao of the Defiant Woman” and “Tao-Girls Rule!”, she has been able to indulge in her passion for helping people, sharing her wisdom with women and girls.
Golden’s latest writing remains focused on her new life as caregiver to her husband, Joe. Paramount are the lessons she has learned, the emotional and physical strain upon her heavily-burdened shoulders, and the realization that, while their roles as husband and wife have been altered, their connection and love have grown stronger.
She has been fortunate to have to reached thousands of followers while blogging about her experiences as Joe’s caregiver. When numerous readers requested Golden turn her writings into a book. Those blogs gave birth to One Pedal at a Time: A Novice Caregiver and Her Cyclist Husband Face Their New Normal With Courage, Tenacity and Abundant Love.
Visit CJ Golden online at cjgolden.com