I had finally built the life I dreamed of: a thriving business, a team I loved, work that lit me up every day.
Then the call came. Mom needed full-time, live-in care.
I handed the reins of my company to my partner, packed up, moved cities, and stepped into the hardest role I’d ever had.
I thought, “I raised four kids. How hard can one adult be?”
I was so wrong.
Three years in, I barely recognized myself.
Constant exhaustion. Blood pressure in the 150s. Twenty-five pounds gained in eighteen months. Anxiety that stole my sleep. Mom’s dementia meant someone always needed me—there were no 10-minute breaks. She’d follow me room to room asking, “What are we doing next?” or packing her bag to “go home.” (We ended up putting a child-safety knob high on the front door because she kept slipping out looking for the house she’d lived in for 40 years.)
One morning it all crashed.
I walked into Mom’s room and found she’d been sick in the early morning hours—bed, clothes, carpet, everything. I was already running on empty. As I started cleaning her up, the room suddenly spun. Cold sweat poured down my back, my stomach churned violently, and I felt my blood pressure spike so high I had to drop to the floor just to keep from passing out. She needed a doctor immediately (another sudden UTI), so the mess would have to wait. I steadied myself, somehow got her dressed, and got us into the car.
At the appointment, our doctor pulled me aside, shut the door, and said point-blank:
“Your blood pressure is dangerously high, again. If you don’t start taking care of yourself right now, you will not be here to take care of anyone.”
My dad died of heart issues at my age. His dad even younger.
That was my wake-up call.
I didn’t have hours to spare or energy for a gym. So I started slipping tiny, powerful habits into the day I already had:
- Squats instead of bending when I helped Mom
- Dancing in the kitchen while cooking (she loved the music too)
- Turning chores into movement—big arm sweeps making the bed, scrubbing with purpose
- Choosing food that actually fueled my body instead of numbing with snacks and sweets.
- Building a small “Care Circle” of trusted people who could give me real breaks
Little by little, everything changed.
Energy came back. Blood pressure dropped. Weight started dropping off. Sleep returned. Joy—real, surprising joy—showed up again.
Caregiving didn’t get easier, but I got stronger, lighter, and happier than I ever thought possible in the middle of the hard.
If you’re reading this feeling exhausted, overwhelmed, or like you’re disappearing under the weight of responsibilites—please hear me:
You deserve to feel like yourself again, even on the hardest days.
And you don’t have to figure it out alone.
That’s why I created Energy in the Everyday — the 90-Day Wellness Reset—the gentle, realistic roadmap I wish someone had handed me on day one. Simple movement, steadying real food that fuels, easy systems, and help building your own Care Circle—all designed to fit into real caregiving life instead of adding one more thing to your plate.
Caring for them truly starts with caring for you.
If you’re ready to feel like yourself again, one gentle, doable step at a time, come see what it’s all about.
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You’ve got this.
And I’ve got your back.
