I want to take a minute to say thank you to everyone who has reached out, checked on me, sent love, offered support, or just quietly held me from a distance. I haven’t had the capacity to respond to every message in the way I normally would, so please bear with me. I’m reading them. I’m feeling them. And they matter more than you probably know. Yesterday I went shoe shopping with a girlfriend and could not find one pair that felt good on my feet. Such a small thing, but suddenly it was just too much. She looked at me and said, “It’s going to be okay. It’s just shoes.” And I needed that. Not because the shoes were the problem, but because sometimes something tiny is where all the overwhelm finally shows itself. Holding space for other people as they’ve moved through hard things has been such an honor in my life, and I think knowing what that has meant for me has made it easier to let other people hold space for me now. I don’t have to explain every detail or keep going back into the whole story in order to feel what I’m feeling. Sometimes I can name what is here, stay with the emotion, and let it move without feeding it with every detail of what happened. Sometimes I still get pulled back into the story because the urge is strong and the feelings are real. But I can notice it now. I can come back. I can let someone sit beside me without needing them to fix it or make it make sense. And to those of you who have told me that my work has gotten you through some really challenging moments, I keep thinking about that too. You’re right. It is powerful work, and right now I am so incredibly grateful that I have it. In so many ways, the life I’ve been living has felt like a fairytale. Not because it was perfect, but because it was a life I once could hardly have imagined for myself. Love, adventure, home, community, travel, possibility. A life we created together that felt really special to me. And now that story has taken a very hard turn. Was it real? Yes. Was it beautiful? Yes. Am I grateful for it? Absolutely.