Three years ago today, I walked into a hospital expecting a routine day. My mum was having a simple operation — nothing dramatic, nothing worrying. She was fully herself then: sharp, independent, still living at home, caring for my dad who had been diagnosed with Dementia the year before. But after the surgery, everything shifted. She went into a prolonged Delirium that didn’t lift for seven long months. An acute state of complete confusion. In a single moment, without warning, I became the person responsible for both of my ageing parents. No preparation. No roadmap. Just the sudden reality that everything had changed, and I had to step in. That was the beginning of my journey as a Default Carer. Three years later, I am still learning, still navigating, still advocating — and still showing up. Not because it’s easy, but because it’s what love looks like when life turns unexpectedly. If you are here in this community, you probably have your own version of this story. Sudden. Unexpected. Life altering. And I want you to know - I see you. Today isn’t just an anniversary for me — it’s a reminder of why this space exists. Why carers need support. Why we need each other. Why sharing our experiences matters. If you feel comfortable, I’d love to hear: What was the moment you realised you had become a carer? Your story might help someone else feel less alone today 🌸