Feathers and Bricks

The invisible weight of being a caregiver.

I carry an invisible backpack.

In it, I place all the hard parts of my life.

Truth…I do this to avoid feeling.

I do this because it takes too much emotional energy to truly feel the hard parts. It’s easier to pack them away to feel another day.

Some of the parts feel like feathers, their weight hardly noticeable. The little things. The stares. The snick…