Who I wrote this for.
You hold it together everywhere it counts, then fall apart at a red light when a song comes on. That is not weakness. If you have ever felt invisible in the fight for your child, this one is for you.
When my child taught me something.
For years, I thought my job as my oldest's mom was to teach him how to navigate the world. What I missed, for longer than I would like to admit, was that he was teaching me too.
The Silence Inside Families
I wasn't ashamed of my child. I was ashamed of being seen as the mom who couldn't fix it. The silence inside families navigating mental health crises runs deeper than most people know.