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The Thing About Being a CNA

Let’s get the most common one out of the way: We change diapers.

We also brush their teeth, bathe them, feed them, help them change clothes, etc. We assist them with just about anything they request (be it safe for them and within legal/monetary/moral limits).

Sometimes they hit us. Why? Usually they have some form of dementia. They do not understand what is happening and they freak out. Or other times they can be alert and oriented but they are angry that they are “a fucking vegetable now”. So they lash out. (I like to believe that they usually feel bad about this afterwards– regardless of mental state.)

Other times, they say thank you.

After a while of having you as an aide they build a relationship with you and form trust. After all, you see them naked on a daily basis and you are literally the hand that feeds them. They start to tell you their life stories (if they remember them). You meet family members as time goes on and they make their daily, weekly, monthly, yearly visits.

A resident starts to love you. You hold their hand when they are scared and hug them when they cry. They make a place in your heart. They become unofficial family members.

That’s the thing about being a CNA. It’s hard work. Nothing is glamorous. You are underpaid and overworked. But you aren’t a CNA for the wages. You are a CNA because of those relationships that you crave so much. You have so much love in your heart that you have to spread it around.

CNA to CNA: We are tough outside but soft on the inside.

Conspiracy
Paramore
Conspiracy
Please speak softly, for they will hear us
And they’ll find out why we don’t trust them
Speak up dear, ‘cause I cannot hear you
I need to know why we don’t trust them

Explain to me this conspiracy against me
And tell me how I’ve lost my power

Where can I turn? 'Cause I need something more
Surrounded by uncertainty, I’m so unsure
Tell me why I feel so alone 
'Cause I need to know to whom do I owe

Explain to me this conspiracy against me
And tell me how I’ve lost my power

I thought that we’d make it
Because you said that we’d make it through
And when all security fails
Will you be there to help me through?

Explain to me this conspiracy against me
And tell me how I’ve lost my power
How?

How I’ve lost my power?
I love you okay? Is that too much to handle? Does it make you less attracted to me? Because I said it and I’m not taking it back. I love you,
I love you so much it’s ripping me apart
—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never write
I knew you were the one, when your compliments were about the way I glowed and the way that my writing was so beautiful and eloquent that you could not help but read on. It was when you saw more than a physical being that I let myself see more than another heart breaker.
—  Prove Me Wrong

You tried to change didn’t you?
closed your mouth more
tried to be softer
prettier
less volatile, less awake
but even when sleeping you could feel
him travelling away from you in his dreams
so what did you want to do love
split his head open?
you can’t make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love.

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Pentatonix learned their covers leave people in tears when their release of Leonard Cohen’s “Hallelujah” racked up over twelve million views on YouTube. Now they have another heartfelt release, with a message that the world needs. In their cover of John Lennon’s classic “Imagine” the members pass around a board with their social identities as labels. Mitch Grassi and Scott Hoying identify as LGBTQ+, then pass the board to Avi Kaplan, who identifies at Jewish. The board is then passed to Kevin Olusola who identifies as black, and then Kristin Maldonado, who identifies as woman and Latina. Eventually they all grab a board and spell out the word “Human”. The video articulates John Lennon’s original message: we are all human, no matter how we identify, and we should be united and our differences celebrated, not dividing. 

Military man

When a child grows up seeing their parents making mistakes and bad choices, that child normally has the goal to be nothing like that parent. My mother was heavily into drinking and drugs and growing up seeing her make those mistakes that took control of her life made me aspire to be nothing like her in that aspect her life. However, She taught me to be tough, independent, and to love life. This can relate to Troy and Cory’s relationship. In Troy’s own strange way he was teaching Cory that he needed to be strong and not care about what others thought of him. It was almost like Troy was showing him the worst parts of himself to Cory so that he could want and aspire to become something great. After Troy forced Cory out into the world the hard way he joins the military and at the end of the book when he shows up at his mothers house the day of the funeral for Troy he tells Rose how he wants to be nothing to do with Troy and wants nothing from that life he once knew. However, Rose tells him he can’t forget and not respect his pop because a large part of who he is today came from the way he was raised by Troy. Maybe Troy is considered a horrible parent but most parents horrible or not teach us lessons we keep with us forever.

Originally posted by depressedrachel

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I’m a big sucker for hugs and backhugs in particular, my fave

This one is simply very  beautiful

Heartfelt and swoon-worthy