Death by a Thousand Tiny Sacrifices

It didn’t happen all at once.

Not with a crisis. Not with a breakdown.
It happened in tiny, ordinary ways.

I stopped putting on mascara.
Then I stopped reading before bed.
Then I stopped calling friends back.
Then I stopped remembering what I liked to do with a free hour — if I ever had one.

I forgot what it was like to be me.

It wasn’t dramatic.
It was quiet.

That’s the thing about caregiving... or just looking after everyone else all the time.

You don’t lose yourself overnight.
You lose yourself in pieces.

And by the time you realize you’re missing,you’re not even sure where to begin again.

That’s what this week is about — tiny truths, quiet moments, gentle remembering.

More tomorrow…