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.
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For years, I thought my job as my oldest's mom was to teach him how to navigate the world. What I missed was that the lessons were flowing in the other direction too.
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I wasn't ashamed of my child. I was ashamed of being seen as the mom who couldn't fix it.
There is a particular kind of silence that lives inside families navigating mental health crises.
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