“There’s ‘nothing to eat,’ says the child standing in front of a packed fridge. I’m two complaints away from moving out.”

A reflection on style, self-respect, and how we guide the next generation in a world that celebrates exposure over intention.

A late-night text from my son shattered my sleep and sent me spiraling into fear, guilt, and helplessness. This is a raw reflection on parenting through a mental health crisis—when you’re doing everything you can, and it still doesn’t feel like enough. I don’t have answers… but I’m here. Trying.