I used to think my daughter’s survival depended on me doing everything right. If I set the perfect consequence… If I stayed calm enough… If I found the right therapist, coach, program, mentor… Maybe, just maybe, she’d get better. What I didn’t realize then was that I was unraveling in the process. Every sleepless night. Every call that didn’t come. Every slammed door. It took me years (and Al-Anon, and therapy, and failing and trying again) to realize that I had to let go of fixing her in order