If you are grieving the loss of a beloved pet, your grief is real. In this personal reflection, I share the story of our dog Shadow, the pain of saying goodbye, and gentle ways to honor the love that remains.
Fibromyalgia is invisible. When people look at me, they do not necessarily know that I live with chronic pain, fatigue, and the daily reality of managing my energy. They do not see the calculations that happen behind the scenes: How much can I do today? What will this cost me tomorrow? Am I pushing too hard? Do I need to rest before I tip into a flare? Fibromyalgia does not define me, but it is something I live with every day. And because it is invisible, it is often misunderstood.
When I couldn’t reach my mom one ordinary day, I had no idea it would be the moment everything changed. Overnight, I became part of the “caught in the middle” generation—caring for my young daughter and my mother after her stroke, with no map and no plan. This is the story of what I carried, what I learned, and the support I wish every caregiver had.
A gentle note for anyone caring in more than one direction. This season, simpler is wiser: boundaries, smaller plans, and small, repeatable tools (breathwork, EFT, self-hypnosis) that help you stay steady. Plus: a January workshop series for caregivers—join the waitlist.