I became a mom at 19. At first, the father was supportive, but he left just months into my pregnancy, and I quickly realized I’d be doing this on my own. When my daughter was later diagnosed with high-functioning autism, I was overwhelmed and unsure where to turn. I didn’t know much about autism then, and I didn’t have a strong support system. But I dug deep. I asked questions, sought resources, and showed up every day, no matter how hard it got. Over the years, I’ve learned how to advocate, how to nurture my daughter’s independence, and how to honor both her needs and mine. She’s now a young adult, and watching her grow into herself has been the most rewarding part of my life. If you’re feeling isolated, exhausted, or just need someone who gets it, I’m here. I know how heavy it can feel—and how strong you really are.