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I Know What It’s Like to Give Until There’s Nothing Left
And I’m here to make sure you don’t disappear in the process. My name is Carol L. Stokes, and for most of my life, I’ve been the person everyone calls when things fall apart. I was the latchkey kid doing laundry and cooking while my brother took out the trash. I was the reliable friend everyone leaned on. I was the lawyer people came to for answers. I was the Power of Attorney who showed up at 2 a.m. hospital visits, fought insurance denials, and navigated a broken system alone. I’ve spent years being “the strong one” — the woman who could handle it all, who never complained, who kept everyone else afloat. And then my body said: enough. |
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The Ulcer That Changed Everything
I got an ulcer.
Not from what I was eating — but from what was eating me.
I had been spending weeks responding to the needs of two friends in crisis. Multiple calls a day. Texts that wouldn’t stop. Emails piling up. My boundaries were non‑existent. My “no’s” weren’t real no’s.
And my body broke down.
That’s when I realized: I was running around trying to bandage everyone else while my own bandages were falling off.
I had to stop. Reevaluate. Rebuild.
I learned meditation, yoga, and mindset work. I elevated my health through an intentional diet. I learned what my “no’s” actually sounded like. I began to heal — inside and out.
And I vowed I would never let myself disappear like that again.
I got an ulcer.
Not from what I was eating — but from what was eating me.
I had been spending weeks responding to the needs of two friends in crisis. Multiple calls a day. Texts that wouldn’t stop. Emails piling up. My boundaries were non‑existent. My “no’s” weren’t real no’s.
And my body broke down.
That’s when I realized: I was running around trying to bandage everyone else while my own bandages were falling off.
I had to stop. Reevaluate. Rebuild.
I learned meditation, yoga, and mindset work. I elevated my health through an intentional diet. I learned what my “no’s” actually sounded like. I began to heal — inside and out.
And I vowed I would never let myself disappear like that again.
Barbara: The Woman Who Didn’t Get That Chance
But not everyone gets that wake‑up call in time.
Barbara was my mother’s best friend. She had a smile people described as “a string of white pearls” — it stretched from ear to ear and lit up every room she entered.
She was a wife, a mother of two sons, a hairstylist, a small business owner, and the life of every party. She was generous, joyful, and full of light.
She was also a caregiver.
When her husband became bedridden, she closed their business and became his full‑time caregiver. Then her mother, who lived with them, became partially blind and needed care too.
Barbara kept smiling. She kept showing up. She kept giving.
Until she couldn’t anymore.
She was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. By the time we knew, it was too advanced to save her.
Barbara sacrificed her own care to care for those she loved. And she paid with her life.
But not everyone gets that wake‑up call in time.
Barbara was my mother’s best friend. She had a smile people described as “a string of white pearls” — it stretched from ear to ear and lit up every room she entered.
She was a wife, a mother of two sons, a hairstylist, a small business owner, and the life of every party. She was generous, joyful, and full of light.
She was also a caregiver.
When her husband became bedridden, she closed their business and became his full‑time caregiver. Then her mother, who lived with them, became partially blind and needed care too.
Barbara kept smiling. She kept showing up. She kept giving.
Until she couldn’t anymore.
She was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. By the time we knew, it was too advanced to save her.
Barbara sacrificed her own care to care for those she loved. And she paid with her life.
Why I Do This Work
I help women caregivers 50+ because I refuse to let Barbara’s story keep repeating.
I refuse to let another woman give until there’s nothing left.
I refuse to applaud self‑sacrifice as if it’s a virtue instead of a slow death.
You deserve peace. Not as a reward for decades of giving — but as a right.
I help women caregivers 50+ because I refuse to let Barbara’s story keep repeating.
I refuse to let another woman give until there’s nothing left.
I refuse to applaud self‑sacrifice as if it’s a virtue instead of a slow death.
You deserve peace. Not as a reward for decades of giving — but as a right.
What I Do Now
Today, I support family caregivers who are ready to keep caring for the people they love without losing themselves in the process.
That looks like:
You don’t have to untangle all of this alone.
There is a way forward that honors both you and the people you care for.
Today, I support family caregivers who are ready to keep caring for the people they love without losing themselves in the process.
That looks like:
- Free resources like my guide, 5 Signs You’re Losing Yourself in Caregiving, to help you see where you’re quietly disappearing and learn your next step to stop losing yourself.
- Weekly support through my Substack email community, where I share honest stories, reflection questions, and simple practices to help you reclaim a little more peace.
- Coaching and guided experiences for women who are done running on empty and want help setting boundaries, processing guilt, and creating a life that finally includes them, too.
You don’t have to untangle all of this alone.
There is a way forward that honors both you and the people you care for.
-- Carol L. Stokes
Coach & Advocate for Family Caregivers
Coach & Advocate for Family Caregivers
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Daily Word Magazine In this Daily Word Magazine article, I shared my story about finding my way out of burn-out, overwhelm and chaos. Your life of chaos, trial and tribulation might not look like mine but the path to peace and fulfillment share a common foundation. I shared my experience as a caregiver for an elder relative with mental health issues. More than three decades as an attorney, advising and counseling, teaching and caring for others did not come close to bringing the challenges I faced as those I experienced in this capacity. With a few old lessons and some new lessons, I learned how to make clear-headed, calm decisions that paved the way to peace and fulfillment. |
"Finding Peace
Through Service and Surrender"
Carol L. Stokes
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