Today was one of those days I felt absolutely nauseous and pooped out, realizing how tiring it is to care for a family that’s ill when you’re recovering yourself.
But I’m learning- how to reframe “I have to” to “I get to do this for my family.”
One of my greatest forms of therapy is still being able to cook for them. Nothing brings me greater relief to know I have the privilege to do so, and to keep doing so for years to come.