You’re awake in the middle of the night. Again.
Tossing, turning, pacing, mind racing.
When was the last time you slept?
For so long now, you’ve been wanting for things to get better. For the pain to lessen. For the fear to ease. For the nightmares to stop. But not only are they not stopping, things are getting worse.
You are feeling desperate for things to change, but can’t imagine what “better” would look like at this point. You are overwhelmed with anxiety, crushed by the weight of depression. Wondering if you’ll ever escape the haunting memories that leave you jumping at every little sound, keeping you on the edge of a full-blown panic attack.
You’re searching for a place where you can be yourself, and where you can figure out who in the world you are.
A place where you can feel safe in taking off the mask of “everything’s great” that’s been weighing you down. You’re trying to find a way for you and your partner to communicate and connect, before the relationship crumbles. You can’t remember the last conversation the two of you had that didn’t end in an argument. But what feels even worse is not talking at all.
You’re wanting to believe that your teen is just “going through a phase” and will grow out of their concerning behavior before things get worse. You‘ve noticed that everyone in the house is walking on eggshells and you miss the days that you laughed with your kid and actually had fun together.