I asked myself that question approximately nine thousand times.
Here is what I want you to know. When I finally gave Abby cannabis oil, it was not because I threw my hands up and quit. It was because I had spent months questioning every specialist, every medication, every therapy, every rabbit hole the internet had to offer at 2 in the morning, and I was still watching my daughter hurt herself every single day.
This was not giving up. This was the most researched, most prayed over, most agonized over decision I had ever made for her. And I made it with the same fierce, relentless love that drove every other decision before it.
So if you are sitting there feeling guilty for even reading this page right now, I need you to hear me.
That guilt is not yours to carry.
You are not here because you failed. You are here because you never stopped trying. That is not failure. That is what loving your child looks like.

