My morning starts in a blur. The alarm blares, signaling the end of sleep and the beginning of a long, long day. I shower, dress, get the kid up, make breakfast, head out the door, drop him off son, go to work, teach, pick up son, cook dinner, bathe son, grade papers, check tweets, email, Facebook, write. From the time I wake up, I am in constant motion, taking care of everything and everyone. I keep up this breakneck pace because if I don't do it, it won't get done. And letting things fall apart is just not acceptable... Here's what you had to say: Tiffany commented via Facebook: "I used to be ashamed to tell people I was in therapy...I learned that you can't be everything to everyone else, when you're nothing to yourself." Richelle wrote via Facebook: "There is such stigma in our community about seeking help. Being strong is finding the strength to say you need help."