
When I Learned to Care Differently
Eighteen months in Denmark—and the question of who cares for the carer
Writing and art for illness, healing, inner life, and the quiet courage of living inside a human body.
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Eighteen months in Denmark—and the question of who cares for the carer

Women's tears on the floor

makes mistakes

⊖ Each time I close my eyes, what appears is different.

Today I am thankful.

I grew up in a family where many emotions were not encouraged to be expressed.

A few days ago brought difficult news.

If my body had a voice, it would mostly speak softly.

There is something both confronting and motivating about measuring your health.

A piece of paper on the desk is followed by another, and then another, and then all of a sudden there is a pile.