“I am nothing, yet I was everything.” - By Tiffany Tivasuradej A poem about identity, memory, and the passing of time. About what it means to grow, to give, to love - and to slowly fade from the world you helped shape. For those living with dementia, and for the families who watch the people they love slip away piece by piece, this poem is a reminder that every life, every story, and every moment once held everything. Even when memories fade, love doesn’t. 💙 | Alzheimer's Society

I really love this analogy ❤️ Clipped from my talk with James Corden on his podcast This Life of Mine. I’ve since learned the poem is called BRICKS, but have not figured out the original author. PLEASE let me know in the comments if you know👇 | Jay Shetty