Good days and bad
A raw, honest look into living with dementia. There is no sugar-coating here—just real reflections on the heavy mornings, the quiet victories, and learning to navigate every single hour as it comes.
When the bad days take hold
I guess we all have good days and bad, and some days are simply tough. The fog feels thicker, frustration creeps in, and ordinary tasks feel like climbing mountains. But I have learned that I am allowed to have a bad day now and then. Rather than dwelling in the dark, I count down the hours knowing that relief and comfort are coming. Recognizing the struggle without pretending it is fine is the first step toward enduring it.
Holding on to the bright moments
When the clouds break, the good hours carry incredible value. Tonight, I get to spend precious time with my favourite people, and that alone turns my frown upside down. Having dementia teaches you quickly that clarity can be fleeting. A positive attitude goes a long way, especially when you pour your energy into laughing with the people who anchor you and make every clear minute count.
Focusing on what we can change today
I was given my diagnosis, told which specific dementia I have, and given the average timeline before things turn the corner toward greater difficulties. Sugar-coating the situation does you, me, and everyone an injustice. When you receive hard news, focus on what you can change right now. Hold onto your loved ones, stay true to who you are, and cherish the good times before memory begins to fade.