Is the Money Worth it?

As you may know, I went back to work full time in January. I was hired to hire, train and supervise caregivers for a company that serves (mainly) the elderly.

Reality Sets In..

This has not happened. What has happened? Barely any training and caregiving, which is part of my job, but not all of it. There have been few applicants for caregivers and/or my assistant. None have worked out.

Meanwhile, a case manager has gone on a mission to insult me and try to say I’m not doing my job after he took a week to send me paperwork. *sighs* This office is a new one and it’s not going well. I have a bad feeling that my bosses think I’m a slacker but here I am, a one-woman show.

Guys, my car’s transmission went out Tuesday (2/12) on my way to a client and my boss was mad that I did not get my info in the computer in time. I got home super late and I had a migraine- I didn’t care about the computer. Neither of them has gone to bat for me or supported me when I needed it.

One got my real thoughts on everything Wednesday morning, even though he didn’t really ask.

A Bit of A Set-Up

I think I’m being set up for failure. I’ve sat through meetings in which my direct boss admits he hadn’t gone over things with me yet that he should have. I basically got trained enough to pass a test and see individuals and that was it. I would never send someone out like that.

It’s extremely frustrating, so I’m looking at other options. I thought about the fact that I am getting paid very well, but is it worth it?

Nope. Not even a little.

I’ll take a different job, less pay and many different bosses and be a lot better off.

I learned this lesson about six years ago.

The Bigger Message

In 2013, I had a mini-stroke. At that point, I was extremely stressed at my job. I was considering leaving if I could not find a unit to go permanently. After the stroke, my neurologist strongly recommended that I do so.

It took a few months, but I was able to find a Mental Health Associate position in my favorite unit. I was so happy- I got to work with the kids that I enjoyed the most and of course, Jake was there. The days were long, but the co-workers were fun.

I took a $1.50/hr pay cut to do this but it was well worth it. My happiness and health were more important. That is more important to me than any amount of money that I could make.

What’s Next?

I’m not sure. I don’t see much changing after the conversation Wednesday morning. I will not stay with a company that is not supportive of their employees or train them decently. My standards might be high, but I am not ruining my career over this job.

Update- There’s More!

I decided to leave this position on 2/22/19. There was a communication-based issue that made me really rethink my work with the company. I went home and wrote a scathing email to my bosses. I returned all of my materials and am much less stressed out. I think this was the best option for everyone involved. Back to the blog full time!

Thoughts? Have you had a similar experience?

Going to Therapy: Setting and Smashing Your Goals

Therapy is rough work. Some sessions are great, some will leave you in tears.

Everyone goes to therapy for different reasons- for anxiety, depression, substance abuse (in some cases, this court-ordered), grief, and other issues.

I began therapy in 2015 for three out of four of those reasons- the substance abuse part came in later.


Not As Much Fun To Pick Up The Pieces

That’s part of a Nine Inch Nails lyric from “The Perfect Drug”, one of the best songs from the 1990s. Therapy helped me pick up the pieces of my life- I found Rachel thanks to PsychologyToday. My life had just fallen apart in front of me- Jake died, I quit a job I loved, cut a lot of people off, I had no idea on what to do with my marriage and I was a complete wreck.

Let’s just say my first goal was to manage the grief. I started therapy in October 2015. The tears flowed so much that I wasn’t able to wear any makeup for two months after Jake died. I ate my feelings and started gaining weight, and the alcohol didn’t help.

One of the first things I did was make a list of all the things that I lost when he died. This was heartbreaking, but it helped me come up with ways to make something good out of something so awful. This led to creating this blog, volunteering for the AFSP and other great things.

My other big goal was to figure out what the hell to do with my marriage, or what was left of it. I was supposed to meet with my divorce attorney on September 9, the day before our 10th wedding anniversary (the irony) to sign the papers to file divorce paperwork.

I never made it to this appointment- Jake died September 1 and I didn’t have the emotional strength. I’m almost certain I spent that day crying in bed. This was a tough decision because our marriage was in a terrible spot. Matthew and I were barely speaking, and when we did, all we did was fight. I wanted out. The divorce had nothing to do with Jake, and I made sure he knew that. Our marriage was basically screwed before he ever came into my life.

So where was I supposed to go from there?

Rachel encouraged me to think.

A lot.

I emailed my attorney, who was very understanding about the change in my situation.

Over many sessions, lots of tissues and candy later, I decided to give my marriage a shot. I had changed a lot over the last couple of years, and I figured Matthew deserved a chance at who I had become. As he once said, Jake “fixed what I broke.” I knew it wasn’t going to be easy. I emailed my attorney again and told her that I wouldn’t need her anymore.

I began working on myself- the third main goal. This was work on self- esteem and self-worth. I’d already learned what I would and wouldn’t take, thanks to both Matthew and Jake. This time, I was working on watching for patterns of repeat behavior that I knew I didn’t deserve, feeling better about myself, among other things.

I finished therapy in May 2018. I knew it was time- I have processed Jake’s death as well as I can. None of us know what exactly made him decide to take his life, but I have been able to find some peace with it. This was not easy. I still have days where I feel crappy about myself, but I think everyone does. I’m able to lift myself out of it. I’m sober- Rachel was thrilled when I stopped drinking. My marriage isn’t and probably never will be perfect, but it’s okay. I think I still like Matthew, and honestly, I’m lucky he still speaks to me.

I told my story about therapy for a reason- to explain why having goals is so important.

Tell Me What You Don’t Like About Yourself

If you’ve ever seen the show “Nip/Tuck”, this is what the very handsome plastic surgeons asked their patients when they met them.

In a way, therapy is a time in which you can work on the things you may not like so much about yourself and may want to change.

If you don’t have goals when you get to therapy, your therapist will help you set them according to your needs. Be ready to do the work- it may not be fun. You might even be asked to do “homework”, small assignments outside of your sessions. For example, I was asked to open up to people more, to talk to my friends and Matthew more to help me trust others more.

I developed trust issues after Jake’s death- the people who I thought were my friends were the first people to show me they really weren’t. After that, I stopped speaking to a lot of people and now, I just don’t welcome a lot of new people into my life.

I don’t want to risk that again. I have a hard time telling those closest to me when I’m struggling because I figure they have heard enough of my problems over the last three years, so I tend to not say much.

This is still a work in progress.

These goals will help guide you and your therapist in sessions, help track progress, and most of all, help you see that you are moving forward. Your therapist can help you think of ways to get through your issues and develop coping skills- this is where I was given the idea of adult coloring books for anxiety. It does help and I have at least 10 coloring books and two sets of coloring pencils. It’s soothing and helps take my mind off whatever is bothering me.

Some issues take longer than others to get through and this is okay- smash your goals on your own time. It took almost a year for me to get through a session, talk about Jake and not cry my eyes out. It doesn’t matter how many goals you have- everyone’s needs are different. Don’t compare your journey to someone else’s.

You’ve Got This

I liked to treat myself when meeting a goal or just after a rough session. Sometimes I would go home, color and listen to a podcast as a way to decompress or reward myself. If I had met a small milestone, like when Matthew and I completed an assignment that Rachel had asked us to, we would go out to dinner. It’s the small things that keep us going. She was very helpful in getting us through some of the worst times in our marriage.

The goals can be big or small- but they are yours.

Have you been to therapy and would like to share your story?

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Adjusting to a New World

Many parents, myself included, envision parenting as this wonderful adventure in which kids develop at the pace they should, play instruments and/or sports, learn to drive, go to prom and all that great stuff.

But what happens when those things are altered because of a special needs diagnosis?

Cry a little

The Big Change

Some parents find out about their child’s diagnosis before or right after birth, in cases of Spinal Bifida, Cerebral Palsy and Down’s Syndrome. I know parents of kids with these diagnoses, and it has been life changing for these families. All of them have other kids without any special needs.

The adjustment is hard. I cried my way through Lily’s evaluation for First Steps the day before her first birthday, even though I knew something was not going right. I knew she needed more help than what I could give her. That story can be found in Special Needs Round Two . When her diagnosis of global delays was given, I was even more devastated. The blame game began. It took a lot of talking with Lily’s speech therapist, Denise, to realize that it wasn’t my fault that she was developmentally delayed. We are in the process of getting Lily re-evaluated. At ten, she is still showing signs of issues that we thought she had grown out of. Cross your fingers for us- we may need it.

In Julian’s case, it’s been a tougher road. His psychiatric nurse practitioner, Ann, once said that we have adjusted wonderfully as a family to Julian’s needs. I almost hugged her. I explained to her that it has not been easy and it remains a somewhat rugged path. My question is: Why not adjust? Julian is wired differently and that’s okay. If we didn’t adjust, he would feel badly about himself and I couldn’t bear the thought of this. It would also cause so much chaos for him that he doesn’t need or deserve. It would do the same for the rest of us. Why do that?

He needs the ability to feel okay about who he is, quirks and all. We’ve enjoyed watching him grow and finally develop a sense of humor. Every kid needs that, with or without a diagnosis. In a home with medical issues, this is a necessity.

I have made many mistakes in raising Julian (and his siblings). Even after reading up, trying many different things, therapy for both of us, getting Matthew on board and lots of burnt dinners in the process, things remain interesting. Julian is now 12 and puberty is kicking in.

Learning that your child has a medical and/or physical special needs diagnosis is complex. Some parents grieve the life they feel their child “should have had”. This is a rough one for me, as I’ve never done this. I can see this happening with kids with severe medical problems. A high school friend of mine has a child with spinal bifida and she lives a full life. Instead of being devastated and staying in a hole as some might, Shelly and her kids go out and do all kinds of neat things. Ryan is eight, and she is one of the coolest kids ever. She’s a tiny fighter. Some parents, like myself, are devastated and are not sure where to go next. Some fall into the “research pattern” and find all kinds of information to know exactly what to do.

This can be a great thing- I have read up a lot on Julian’s diagnoses and it didn’t hurt to work with kids with similar issues. (It did physically hurt some days, but that’s another story. I learned a lot from that job.) Some parents, sadly, go into denial. This can be damaging to everyone involved, and I highly recommend seeing a therapist, church member, or another trusted person. If it’s your partner, this can get really bad quickly, and I definitely know the pain of where it can go. Please do what you can to change that path. Talking can help. Easing your partner into information, appointments, and other things can help. Just don’t force them, because that can make things worse.

I recommend reading up, asking questions, and getting all the help from the medical community you can. The more information you have, the more empowered you feel to help your child. Julian’s been very lucky- he has had a great team from day one, because I wouldn’t let him have anything less. I’m a proud mama shark.

Never give up

It’s okay to feel different things- don’t let anyone make you feel different. Julian was diagnosed almost seven years ago, and some days I still feel overwhelmed. As of writing this post, I’m about to battle it out with his school over his IEP because it’s currently not being followed. Some days are better than others. Some days are absolutely great, some are so bad that you want to devour a liter of Cherry Coke, a bag of salt and vinegar chips and call it a day. (Okay, maybe that’s just me. I didn’t do all of that, but I considered it.) If you’re overwhelmed, write it out. Get someone to help you sort out your feelings.

Making The Best of Things

Daily life also changes. Depending on the diagnosis, your child may need assistance with everything, or nothing at all. This can become time-consuming and require an overhaul of your routine as you knew it. Food may need to be altered due to sensory issues- I live in a house with two kids with sensory issues, and I gave up on those battles years ago. Julian won’t eat french fries if he can see the potato skins or if they aren’t super warm. Lily won’t eat anything that resembles soup, any pasta that isn’t spaghetti, mainly because it looks different. Julian actually had a meltdown once over the shape of pasta my father in law used for dinner. These changes can be irritating to make, but they are necessary for the world our kids live in. I’ve learned to look inside Julian’s mind a bit, probably because of my work, and try to see the world as he does. It can get hard, but it’s worth it. Explaining this to others can get even harder, even your partner.

Small steps

It takes time to adjust- it won’t happen overnight. It takes time to learn how your child’s machines work, or how to get the wheelchair to fit in your van. Give yourself space to make those mistakes. I completely screwed up Julian’s 12th birthday party by inviting too many people, which cause him to shut down at the end, but I’m pretty sure he still likes me. He used to get mad at me when I would hold onto him with a death grip in parking lots and large stores, but he had a bad record of eloping. It was terrifying to have to run after a very fast 5 year old, especially in a parking lot. He was seven before I let him walk more than a foot or two away from me. (I never used a leash because I hate those things.)

If you’ve got a kid who takes things literally, you have to change how you talk to them. For example, I once told Julian to drop the jar of jelly he was holding after he was told not to eat anything. I was making dinner and he didn’t need to eat so soon before.

He dropped the jar.

Major mom fail.

Thankfully, the jar was plastic. That would have been an awful mess otherwise. Matthew and I have had to re-think things before we say them, because Julian thinks differently, and so does Lily, to an extent. We are still trying to figure out her thought patterns. She doesn’t quite think on a 10-year-old level, so we have to tread carefully.

Super parent

Final Thoughts and Tips:

If you have to buy things to keep your house, kid and car safe, do it. You’ll thank yourself later.

It really does take a village. I have friends that have kids with all kinds of physical/ developmental disabilities. A few have kids with autism, and they have been so helpful when I’ve needed them.

Being a parent of a special needs kid will make you a different person. I’ve fought for Julian since day one. Lily’s issues haven’t required so much of a fight, but I would do the same for her. It makes you tougher and less likely to take people’s crap.

Breathe and find something that makes you laugh. Comedy will get you through anything.

Get a binder and organize all of your kid’s paperwork. Julian and Lily have their own binders.

You are not alone, and get help if you need it. Take time for you, because your kids need Mom at her best. If you’re tired, sad and cranky, that’s not your best.

If you have other kids, let them be involved in adjustments. It’s not easy to be the sibling of a special needs kid. My kids have been pretty good about Julian, but it can get hard for us as parents. Cameron and Lily have a post about this in The Siblings’ Turn

Allow your child to live their best life. If they can do it- let them. My friend Laura Leigh’s son, Levi, is seven. He is in a wheelchair due to Cerebral Palsy, and he is an awesome kid. He smiles for days, gives his younger sister Presley wheelchair rides and loves school. I let Julian run cross country in the fifth grade and he loved it. We have a rule that his diagnoses aren’t excuses for not behaving. He does have bad days, but he doesn’t get to say, “I’ve got autism, so I get to act like that”, “I forgot my ADHD meds, that’s why I’m like this today”.

Most of all, love and accept your child the way they are. It might sound weird that I wrote that, but it is saddening that many parents don’t. Acceptance and love matters- it’s everything.

Quotes courtesy of Pinterest

Recommended Reading: The Spark: A Mother’s Story of Nurturing Genius

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If This is You

This Is Me

I started this blog in August 2017 and is now a year old. It became an idea after losing one of the most important people in my life. I thought it was important that I share my story of grief, loss and coming back to life after losing Jake. I wanted others to know they aren’t alone in this loss, in this life.

The mission behind this blog has been to educate others about mental health, suicide awareness, and prevention. This is so that hopefully someone out there thinks again before attempting to take their own life. Jake did not, and having to live without him has been one of the hardest things I have ever lived through. I’ve often said two years was not and never will be enough.

My other hope is to help others so that another family does not have to go through the extreme anguish Jake’s family has been through- twice. They are a family of faith (mostly), and I’m pretty sure that’s what has helped them move forward.

No family should lose a child to suicide and somehow, this family has moved forward after losing two. Josh and Sara have been two of my biggest cheerleaders.

I cannot begin to explain the sheer devastation, sadness, and anger that I felt after his death. Some days are still hard. I still cry. I still have a hard time with the “why”. There was no note. There was no goodbye. I had to say goodbye to my blue-eyed Superman at his casket.

People have said that suicide is a selfish, cowardly act. I have never been able to believe this. I have lost others to suicide besides Jake, including an uncle, and my own father attempted when I was a kid (I was the one that found him).

I have no attempts myself. It is far from cowardly and selfish. Most that attempt or complete suicide are looking for a way to somehow end the pain they are in physically, emotionally, or even both.

While working in the mental health field, I’ve heard some incredibly sad stories about attempts and/or losing loved ones to suicide. It is a heartbreaking epidemic. I also don’t believe that people always show signs. I used to- but in light of a few deaths by suicide, I no longer do.

Some show signs and some are out of nowhere. Jake’s was a very sudden suicide, and while many of us left behind have our own thoughts on why, we will never know what exactly happened in the last few moments before Jake made the worst decision of his life.

Three years have passed since Jake’s death. I finished therapy, put myself (and my marriage) back together and am pretty much living my best life since before he died. I hope every day that he would be happy with the life I have. I hope he would be proud of me.

When he died, I made two promises: to live the life that he made me strong enough to live and to finish the work he started. I have done both. The first is a lifetime promise because I will spend the rest of my life being the strong person he helped me become. The second was completed the day I finished therapy.

If This Is You (Suicide Loss Survivors)

  • My heart is so sad for you. This kind of loss is crushing. It will take time for you to heal, and it doesn’t happen overnight. It took a year for me to even begin living again. Take all the time you need to heal. If you need counseling, get it. If you need other changes, make them. Just don’t do anything you will regret. (I quit the job that I was working when Jake died, but that was a matter of my immediate mental health.) Take care of yourself.
  • Find support. Those that are closest to you can be a great support, but sometimes support comes from the weirdest places. I met Sara at Jake’s visitation and we have become best friends. We’ve walked each other through a lot. There are support groups for suicide loss survivors. See the resources at the end of this post or my resources page.
  • Find a healthy outlet. This can be a very good thing. My therapist suggested coloring, journaling and meditating. These helped my severe anxiety and depression. There are many ways to let out the emotions you are feeling- art, sports, music, etc. Talking can also be a great outlet if you have someone you can trust.
  • Take the grieving process one day at a time. Sometimes it’s one hour at a time. I spent whole days in bed for months after Jake’s death. I also drank heavily. (Thankfully, I am now 20 months sober.) Some days will be great, some days will be horrible. There will be memories that shatter your heart for a long time, but they will pop up again and make you smile. Songs, scents, and other things will do the same. I cried my way through most of Taylor Swift’s music for months, but now I smile and sing along.
  • If you want to get involved in something to make a difference, try the Out of the Darkness Community Walks. I’ve walked in Louisville since 2011 (off and on) and in 2015, threw a team together in Jake’s memory. I let Josh take over in 2016- he and his wife have done a great job with it. They changed it to Team Jake and Jared (for the brother they lost in 2002) and have raised a lot of money. There are other ways to get involved-this is just one.
  • There will be a day in which you can tell your story and not cry. This does not mean you don’t care, it means you are healing. This shows progress.
  • Healing does not mean forgetting. This can be a struggle.
  • Know that you are changed forever. This didn’t really sink in for me until Jake’s death, but losing someone you care deeply about suicide will change how you see the world and others around you forever. I’ve become a lot more selective on who I let in my life and I had no problems cutting people out, including people I’d worked with and cared about for years.
  • It’s okay to get counseling. Grief can get bigger than you think- I was in therapy within a month of Jake’s death. My therapist wasn’t a grief counselor but there are many. Grief can and will consume you.

I feel that those we lose remain with us in their own ways. Jake is with me all the time- cheering me on and making sure I don’t forget what he taught me.

At the AFSP Community walk in Louisville on 11/3/18. #ForMySuperman

World Suicide Prevention Day is September 10, 2018. (This is also my wedding anniversary. The irony.) If that is a rough day for you, as it will be for many, please know you are not alone.




Medicating ADHD: Pros, Cons and Alternatives

My mom once told me that had ADHD been widely known about when she was a kid (she’s 61) she would have most likely been diagnosed. This, in part, explains why she and Julian get along so well. She understands him more than almost anyone else in the family. My mom is the oldest daughter of four kids (she has an older brother, a younger sister. Her youngest brother died when I was nine.) and was constantly in trouble as a kid. She hated school and had problems concentrating.

I asked her if she had been diagnosed, would she have been medicated?

“Probably not. It was the 60s, so I’m pretty sure my parents wouldn’t have thought about it.”

The medication debate continues 50 years later.


The Julian Perspective

For the record, Julian is medicated. He was diagnosed with ADHD (severe, combined) when he was 5. He was very aggressive and destructive- his siblings wouldn’t play with him and he almost broke my nose while headbutting me during what I now know was a meltdown. He also barely slept, and for a 5-year-old, that can cause a lot of issues.

It was a tough decision for me- my husband barely gave input, so I made the decision on my own. I did a lot of research. I didn’t want to make Julian a “zombie” but I did want him to stop tearing my house apart and be able to play with his siblings again. It broke my heart that Cameron and Lily were afraid of him. I was also worried about his education- he was barely able to sit in school long enough to learn anything.

Vyvanse didn’t go so well- it did what it was supposed to, but it also stunted his growth. He was off it in six months. Julian barely ate, and as a result, he didn’t grow at all. This medication also irritated his stomach. Even now, at 12, he’s still small for his age.

At his last checkup, he weighed 101 lbs and was 4’9″. Don’t let the small size fool you- I feel terribly for the first kid that tries to mess with him at school. Julian watches wrestling and is strong for his size.

We also tried Tenex for sleep, and this worked for a couple of years until it caused an uptick in aggression, which it is known to do in kids on the spectrum, so we switched to Clonidine. He has done wonderfully on this and is currently taking it. He takes it nightly and everyone is glad to see him sleep. A cranky Julian is not fun. When he’s cranky, he’s more likely to have more behaviors, and I know it’s not his fault.

After Vyvanse, we tried Concerta but never got to a dose that really helped him. I didn’t like the side effects that he might have faced if he went up to the next dosage (increased aggression, decreased appetite, etc) so we chose to try Ritalin LA. This is what he is on now. He seems to be doing well on this, so he will remain on it.

I’m really picky on changing his medication and dosage. I won’t change the dosage unless I see major changes, or he’s hit a growth spurt. We just increased the Ritalin over the summer because he hit a major growth spurt. I don’t want to mess with what works.

He takes his medication daily- he knows this is not an option. I’m hoping he doesn’t start fighting me on this as he gets older as I hear some kids do. He’s been on medication for so long that I don’t think this will be an issue, but it’s in the back of my mind.

Julian has missed days on his meds- sometimes we forget by accident or he’s been sick, but if we somehow forget, he knows he is still expected to try his best to have a good day. ADHD and autism are not an excuse for bad behavior. Things happen, meltdowns do occur, but it doesn’t give him the golden ticket to do things on purpose. (This is what happens when Mom works in a mental health facility for four years with kids with developmental disabilities.)

When he is on his own, in college, or when he moves out, I can only hope he is either off meds by then or is responsible enough to remember on his own to take his meds. This will be a goal to work on in high school.

Putting Julian on medications was a difficult decision, but it was one of the best things I have ever done for him. As my mom put it, we got Julian back. I have nothing against parents who don’t medicate- every family is different. Every family has to make that choice.


Pros and Cons of Medications

ADHD meds come with their own set of side effects, like some that I mentioned. They can also include heart issues, upset stomach, shakiness, sleeplessness, headaches, tics, and more. I highly recommend researching and talking with your child’s prescribing doctor (pediatrician, psychiatrist, psychiatric nurse practitioner, etc.) before starting any medication.


  • help with the most challenging symptoms like: inability to concentrate, impulse control, low frustration tolerance
  • can be taken once a day in small doses
  • fast-acting in severe cases


  • Side effects can be severe (as in Julian’s growth issues)
  • Can be abused (in some situations, like in college students)
  • Are not recommended in children with heart conditions (stimulants) but there are non-stimulants available

This is just a small list of pros and cons, please consider your child and family’s situation before deciding on medication for your child. There are many different medications on the market for ADHD- including pills, patches and liquid medications.


Treating ADHD Without Medications

ADHD can be partially treated with medications, if that is your choice, but to get a full treatment experience for your child, there are other options to explore. I’m not a fan of the many different diets that I have been told about, because Julian’s a picky eater and I have two other children to feed. It would spell disaster.

I am, however, a fan of therapy. He sees a psychiatric nurse practitioner monthly and spent a year in group therapy for social skills. It was a great investment. Please check with your child’s insurance carrier to see what is covered and if needed, pediatrician, before starting anything new.

Behavior Therapy- This is a structured strategy that teaches new behaviors to replace old ones. This can be effective for kids under 5 and older kids. Cognitive Behavior Therapy can also be helpful- this helps change irrational or negative thoughts that get in the way of getting things done or even staying on task.

Supplements- Please discuss this with your child’s pediatrician before trying this. There are many vitamins and other supplements that have been found to help kids with ADHD. Every child is different, some may work, some may not. Iron, Zinc, Omega-3, Vitamins C and B6 are a few to consider.

Brain-Training Programs- These are relatively new, and they help improve working memory. Some even help increase attention and reduce impulsvity by simply playing games. The games are designed to make parts of the brain that may not be working at their best work a bit harder.

Mindfulness- This helps decrease stress, develop positivity, and strengthens self-regulation. These can be very helpful in kids with ADHD. There are many videos on YouTube to get started with, and can help decrease anxiety.

These are not the only ways that ADHD can be treated without medication, there are many others. This journey is an interesting one, and parents have to stick together.

Were you judged for medicated for medicating or not medicating your child? Leave your thoughts in the comments.

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Information courtesy of Additude Magazine

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