I DEFINITELY remember those days of obsessive rumination after my son told me he was “transgender” (there is no such thing). That was way back in 2015 when the only resource was 4thwavenow.com. I spent hours deep in the early morning hours reading, reading, reading because sleep was impossible. As more and more desperate families emerged, there was so much information to review and research, that I did indeed realize that it was becoming an obsession that was destroying my mental health. I would unsubscribe from everything, only to return and begin all over again. I had sunk into such a depression that I became unrecognizable to my family, friends, and most importantly to myself. I really wanted to die. Well, actually I just wanted to escape the pain and death seemed to be the only option.