I understand the fear, the feeling of being utterly alone, and the belief that if you open up about your struggles, people will judge you and abandon you. It feels like everything is at stake, and hope seems elusive. I've woken up with nothing, having lost all the measures of success I worked tirelessly to accumulate, with the hope that someday I could relax and provide a better life for my children.

But, step by step, day by day, I began rebuilding my life. It took over two years before I could string together a whole week of "good" days. Finally, in the summer of 2019, my mental illness went into remission, and in 2020, I even managed to wean off the medication I had relied on for years. Healing is an ongoing process, and I continue to learn how to step more fully into my body and the experience of being truly alive.

But here's the truth: You are not alone. I've been in that personal ground zero, and I've risen from it. Now, I'm here to help you on your own journey. Let's commit to having the difficult conversations, creating a safe space where we can be truly seen, and celebrating our imperfect humanity together.