Dear Mamacita,

I'm failing.  At everything I'm doing in life.  Sam thinks all I ever do is yell at him.  I don't feel like I'm a good enough teacher.  I'm stressed out, my anxiety level isn't ok, my depression level isn't ok.  I need you here to fix things.  I'm not doing a good enough job on my own.  Everything is so difficult.  There doesn't seem to be any peace anywhere.  How do I make things ok again, Mom?  Where do I even start?