I'm the primary caregiver to my 87-year-old mom. It's the least I can do after all the years she watched out for me. Trisha Martin is her mother's primary caregiver. Courtesy of Trisha Martin This story is based on an interview with Trisha Martin, 58, a spiritual therapist from St Louis, Missouri . It has been edited for length and clarity. My 87-year-old mom — whom I affectionately call Mommi — had always been the epitome of independence. She didn't want us to do anything for her and would practically push us away when we tried to assist her in the home we shared. "Leave me alone," she'd say. "Help me when I need it!" Sadly, that day came on March 9, 2024, when she had a stroke , which affected her mobility and changed our lives forever. That morning, I was getting ready for my daily, early walk when I found her standing in the kitchen, wiping the counter. She was doing the same motion over and over, almost as if she was caught in a loop she couldn't get out of.…