childhood responsibilities

childhood responsibilities

Throughout my teenage years, journaling became a constant in my life—a way to process everything I was experiencing. As a child, my days were consumed by responsibilities, leaving little room for play. I can clearly remember taking care of my little brother, preparing his meals, and feeding him from a bottle. By the time I turned 14, another responsibility fell into my hands: caring for my grandmother Imma Felicita—my father’s mother. I looked after her through the early stages of dementia and eventually through the more difficult challenges of Alzheimer’s. My childhood was shaped by duties that demanded maturity far beyond my years, leaving no space for the carefree moments other kids enjoyed.These early experiences taught me independence—a survival skill I carried into adulthood. Over time, I realized that being idle made me feel stagnant and unfulfilled, as though my life lacked meaning without something to dedicate my energy to. In my life today, I have poured myself into large projects, and I find immense joy in keeping busy. Tackling these endeavors not only fills my days but gives me a strong sense of purpose and drives my happiness. To me, having a purpose—whether big or small—matters deeply. It’s not essential what that purpose is, so long as it brings you happiness and fulfillment. When it comes down to it, isn’t that what truly matters most?