Maybe this isn’t about losing my freedom. Maybe it’s about learning that I can care deeply for someone and still belong to myself.

Watching someone lose their place in reality isn’t loud. It’s quiet—and you find yourself holding it for both of you.

The more my dad fades into himself, the more I crave the location of time and space-something that holds when everything else begins to shif

They are the ones who have known me my whole life. They know the history. They know the chapters. And somehow, they still love me.