There were weeks I didn’t even recognize myself—I was just “the caregiver.” If you’re feeling lost in all this, here’s what helped me find small moments of peace again.

It’s heartbreaking watching Mom fade a little each day. I’ve cried, felt numb, and even angry. This is how I’ve been learning to carry the grief without drowning in it.

I love my mother, but I still feel guilty—like I’m never doing enough. If you’ve ever felt torn between caring for her and caring for yourself, you’re not alone. I’ve been there too.

Some days I lose my patience with Mom, then feel awful afterward. Here’s what’s helped me slow down, breathe, and show up with more kindness—even when it’s really hard.