Unseen Wounds
It was late in the afternoon when the caregiver stormed into the OPD, visibly agitated. He raised his voice, frustrated that his father’s tremors hadn’t improved despite weeks of medication. The room became tense with his tone of voice and my staff became quiet. I gently asked him to come inside and sit down and he did so. After couple of seconds without raising his head in a quiet tone he said “Everything is the same, nothing is helping” He had nothing further to say no further questions. No anger. Just exhaustion. Unlike this gentleman. There is this lady, a woman in her early 50s taking care of her mother with Alzheimer’s came to me, not for her mother’s treatment, but for her own migraines, sleep issues, and unexplained palpitations. As we spoke, it became clear: she was carrying more than physical strain—she too was drowning Just exhaustion. As a neurologist, I have seen this pattern far too often. While we focus on th...