Caregiver Burnout?

Listen up guys… I am not naïve to mental illness and how it takes hold of all kinds of people.  I have a Master’s Degree in Clinical Psychology, so I know what anxiety and depression are supposed to look like.  In a previous post I told you how I had realized that I needed extra help but I wasn’t sure where it needed to come from.  I had tried medication but it made my migraines come back so I tried just focusing on my marriage, my family, and slowing down.  Fast forward to about two months ago maybe a little longer and I realized I had slipped into a depression and I wasn’t sure how I got there. 

Again, I have a highly stressful job, that I enjoy very much, but again very stressful.  Imagine coming to work every day and it being your responsibility to make sure 20-25 of your closest family members or best friends make it home alive and safe?  Well that is what I do on a daily basis not to mention some of the calls that we take on a daily basis that haunt our nightmares.  However, it is something that I love and I feel like I have a purpose, not to mention I am very good at it.   When you take that level of stress mixed with the daily care of a Type 1 Diabetic and trying to keep your marriage afloat a person just gets overwhelmed with their emotions and life in general. 

There had been more events leading up to this than just my job and Abbi’s T1D, a lot more but those issues are not something I am willing to share and really do not add to the story.  Just know that I knew I need some help and all the date nights in the world were not going to do it.  So, I went back to the doctor and she teamed up with my neurologist to find a non-SSRI medication that would not cause my migraines to return.  After doing some research the original medication I was taking was an extended release and the number one side effect was headaches.  They had a standard release form of the same medication so we decided to try that.  So far, this medication has worked beautifully, minimal side effects and no migraines. 

I knew medication was not the only answer, that I needed to work on me too.  I needed to start seeing a counselor, however, the one that was recommended to me was booked until this month.  Thankfully, our insurance has a program called “health online” and they allow visits with a counselor online.  So, I have been talking with one of those once or twice a week until I can get into a face to face with the counselor I wanted to see originally. 

I know a lot of you are probably saying, “What about your husband, where is he? Why isn’t he helping you? How does this make Abbi feel?”.  Unfortunately, depression takes many forms and I kept it very well hidden behind smiles and laughs for months.  I went about my regular routines, work habits, family habits, and everything in general until I just couldn’t anymore.  Has he been supportive?  Absolutely, I don’t think he fully understands the depression but he supports what I need to do in order to work on me during this process.  I am still fully involved in Abbi’s care, in my family, in my job; I just am making sure I am taking more time to work on me as well.  I am healing a part of myself that I wasn’t aware was broken until it was too late and now it is very difficult to fix. 

Do I think taking care of the diabetes lead to me feeling the way I do? Absolutely not. I love my daughter and would do anything for her.  I would take this disease from her at any given moment without thinking twice.  I have no complaints about caring for her and teaching her how to count carbs, dose her insulin, have her supplies organized so they are easily accessible, and prepare tasty meals that are still low in carbs.  I think it was a mixture of events that transpired over the course of the year.  From losing someone close to me to suicide, to the stress of my job and working 40-60 hours there, to Abbi hitting her “teenage years” and being a Dia-Mom 24/7. And even though I knew I had all the support anyone could ask for from my husband, my family, my work family, and my friends, I never asked for it.  I was too stubborn for that.  I could fix it by myself when in reality I couldn’t.  I am doing somewhat better now.  I still have a long way to go but the fog is gone and I finally have a clear picture.  I am still not 100% sure what part of me broke and what caused it or if it can be fixed fully, but I am trying every day.  Abbi is still my primary concern, but so am I.  Because it’s kind of like when you fly on an airplane and the flight attendant is giving you instructions for the oxygen mask.  They tell you to place your mask first before helping anyone else.  This is because if you pass out from lack of oxygen you can’t help anyone else.  Same theory, if I forget about myself and just focus on Abbi or T1D or anything else, I will forget to breathe and then I won’t be able to help anyone.

3 thoughts on “Caregiver Burnout?

  1. Self-care is the best care. I’m definitely horrible at it myself. Helping others, only to realize you need help yourself is a tough reality to face. Sharing is caring, but too much sharing can leave you empty. I’ve had my bouts with depression, anxiety and self-care(and still do). It’s definitely not an easy thing. You think you got it one season, only for it to come back the next. It’s like: Do you re-strategize? Flip the switch? Try a new hairstyle? Move to another location? Anything to keep the bed bugs from biting at night right? I can only imagine it being harder as a parent and a professional. From the reading of your post you’re doing awesome. I’m encouraged by your resilience. Keep caring and sharing, just not at the expense of your own self-care.

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  2. I am a bit confused dear. I am a mother of two type one diabetic‘s. I would never want to be classified as a caregiver. Are you a caregiver or a mother? You explained about self care. A mother comes second after their child.

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    • I am both a mother and a caregiver and if you don’t believe that you will burn yourself out at some point as well. But as I stated not only am I a mother of two but I go to school and I work at a high stress job roughly 40-60 hours per week. I love my girls with every fiber of my being and would give my life for either of them. But you saying a mother comes second to their child is honestly ridiculous although I respect your opinion. If I am not at my best, physically and mentally how can I possibly care for my family 100%?

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