You manage the deadlines, the grocery runs, the kids' activities, the never-ending inbox, and somewhere between it all, you remember you’re supposed to be thriving, not just surviving. But thriving doesn’t have to mean uprooting your entire life for some aspirational ideal. It can start right here, in the middle of your real, messy, beautiful daily grind.

I know myself. There were times I wanted to cry, but I couldn't seem to access those emotions to do it.

Despite the occasional negative self-talk, I look at my bright, happy, funny, sweet little girl and realize I must be doing something right.

I want my child to get the help she needs as soon as possible. Asking for help is nothing to be ashamed of.