The morning I decided not to send my 14-year-old daughter back to school, she was vomiting from anxiety. Again.

It wasn’t a dramatic moment. There was no big speech. I just looked at her, pale and shaking on the bathroom floor after another round of girl-group bullying during the holidays, and thought: We’re done with this.

My daughter has dyslexia, dyscalculia and inattentive ADHD. Still, on paper, she wasn’t “failing”. She was getting by.

But the cost of getting by had become brutal. Daily nausea. Crying every morning. Crippling fatigue. Anxiety that had her frozen in her seat, running on adrenaline just to survive each day, then collapsing at home where it felt safe to fall apart.

Her nervous system was in complete burnout. And she hadn’t even hit 9th grade.

Here’s the thing nob

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