The last clear sign: my mum was feeding the dog from the dinner table—something she’d never done. Now, she sits silently in a care home, clutching a toy. How do we navigate the slow, painful goodbye when dementia turns a loved one into a stranger?
You don’t need a degree to sit with someone in their grief. You need to have been there. What if your hardest-won lessons are the very things that qualify you to offer the only genuine help that matters? Exploring how pain becomes an unexpected credential.