My early parenting journey was ROUGH.
I’d come home from the daily battle of school drop-off, collapse on the couch, cry, and think, "Is this it? Is this what it’s going to be like from now on?" Cue feelings of failure, dread, shame, guilt—you name it.
I was doing everything I was supposed to do—researching therapies, reading books, trying all the strategies. I believed that if I could just “fix” my son, I’d feel better and life could move forward.
But that's not how it works.