Carrying What Cannot Be Seen Today, Kenya stands at a crossroads. It is World Sickle Cell Awareness Day, a day to honor those living with a condition that alters blood— *and also life*. It is also the middle of Men’s Mental Health Awareness Month, a time to talk about *pain that hides behind strength*. And right now, all across our country, maandamano is unfolding—our youth, our fathers, our people, are in the streets, asking to be heard. It’s a lot. It’s everything, all at once. *And somewhere in between it all are the caregivers.* They are not always on the front pages. They are not always quoted or celebrated. But they are there—holding hands through sickle cell crises, waiting up at night for a loved one at a protest, trying to understand a partner or brother who has gone quiet under the weight of unspoken depression. Disease and therefore Caregiving doesn’t take turns. It doesn’t wait for the timing to be right. It doesn’t choose one crisis at a time. That’s what makes today so heavy for many: because caregivers are absorbing it all. The physical pain of a child with sickle cell. The emotional unrest of a nation on edge. The quiet collapse of men who were never taught how to ask for help. Those people—those silent pillars—are for being cared for too. So today, let us not just raise awareness. Let us also raise our hands for the ones who hold so much together. *The caregivers*. The steady ones. The tired but tender ones. The ones who cry in silence but show up in strength. You are not forgotten in all this. We see you. Suruvi-Care for Caregivers 0719571770