06/01/2026
I had a panic attack again.
Full blown… I can’t breathe… can’t calm my body down… moments for over an hour.
And the hard part is…
I could feel it coming.
Mother’s Day.
My dad’s birthday.
Memorial Day.
Father’s Day.
The grief just hits sometimes.
People think healing means you stop hurting.
But sometimes healing simply means you learn how to survive the waves when they come.
My dad was my hero.
A Vietnam veteran.
A Purple Heart recipient.
A man who survived things most people could never imagine.
And sometimes the weight of missing him still crashes into my chest all at once.
But I’m learning this:
Grief is love with nowhere to go.
And panic doesn’t mean I’m weak.
It means my heart remembers deeply.
So if you’re grieving too…
Take a breath.
Drink the water.
Go outside.
Text the friend.
Cry if you need to.
And keep going. ❤️