Iāve been moving through something called 'anticipatory grief' lately ā grieving someone you love 'before' theyāre actually gone. For me, it shows up as I watch his health decline and feel that mix of huge love and deep fear at the same time. Some moments Iām doing the meds, the appointments, the everyday tasks⦠and other moments Iām silently begging, āPlease donāt go yet.ā Iām learning that: -Nothing is āwrongā with me for feeling this. -Itās okay to be tired and scared and still love fiercely. -I donāt have to carry it all alone. Right now Iām practicing tiny things: letting myself cry without judging it, coming back to āwhatās true in this moment,ā and taking small breaks so I donāt burn out. If youāre also living with anticipatory grief, youāre not weak, dramatic, or broken. You are someone with a big heart facing a really hard reality. If you feel safe to share, even a simple āme too,ā Iād love to hold space for you in this.