Mental health is not a casserole disease.
Meg sat down at a lunch counter, opened this book, and almost broke down in tears on the first page. She’s been navigating her family’s mental health journey for years. What she said about this book stopped me.
Hope and grief are not mutually exclusive.
Some weeks of this caregiving life have held more contradictions than I knew a person could hold. A medication finally working. A new diagnosis arriving. It took me years to understand that both things could be true at once.
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.
What I wish I’d known.
There are things I could not have been told at the start of the hardest years of my family's life. Not because no one knew them. But because some truths can only be earned. I know that now. But I wish someone had tried anyway.