Being a mom is hard. Being a mom of a child with special needs and disabilities is really hard.
Five and a half years ago my family's life was thrown for a loop when my son was diagnosed with autism and I threw him and our family into early intervention therapies to help us all. Everything we did in session, I incorporated into our family's daily life. I was the primary care-giver and primary financial provider-working for a company where I was over worked and under appreciated. This mom was tapped out.
I soon began suffering from panic attacks, insomnia, and bawling myself to sleep nearly every night. I was giving everyone my all with very little left for myself, so I sought therapy. I learned how to ask for help, identify false beliefs, and how to put myself first. I truly learned what self-care is all about and it became my passion to help others.
I also love smiley face emojis, exclamation points, and using the word 'dude' far too much 😉😁