I am not a hero. I am not a saint. I am not amazing. I am not doing anything that you wouldn't do in this situation. I am not deserving of your praise. I am doing nothing to earn your respect. I am not going to Heaven for what I am doing.
I am a daughter who takes care of her Alzheimer's mother. I am a caretaker. I am human. I still lose my temper. I allow my mother to push all of the old buttons. I love my mother but I am tired. And I am lonely. I resent this disease that takes so much from her. And from me. And forces my children to be caretakers.
But mostly I am ashamed because I just want it to be over.