I am so low I can not think straight, skinny, and feel so lost. Help. I know I am grieving. But the witnessing of this demise is so not natural as I have never experienced this before. I am taking good care of him, and I hope I am in store for the same care from my loved ones. So far - fear is there because the tenderness that I am giving, I am getting less rest, less intimacy with hubby, less time with my only son. I am only 105 lbs and look like a pencil. My mind races all the time (when, what time, what do I do...), can not go anywhere if so, rush home, check his breathing... I feel so desperate for something that I just can not seem to grasp to hold onto. Has any caregivers felt this way, or are experiencing this as I express my call for Tender Help.?
Have you been to see your own doctor? Have you told him/her what you are experiencing? Perhaps some antianxiety meds will help you to feel more in control. This is a stressful time, keep reaching out for help, here, from hospice or wherever you can find it.
Your friend would not want to see you suffer like this. You have to also take care of yourself. You are doing the best anyone could possibly do. Don't be so hard on yourself.
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