When my son was just 18 months old, I sat in a physical therapy office and heard words no parent ever wants to hear: "He may never run, skip, or hop." Soon after, we received his autism diagnosis. I left that appointment, buckled him into his car seat, shut the door, and sobbed - feeling completely alone and overwhelmed.
I quit my career in finance and dedicated my life to my son's health and wellness needs. Our journey started with food restrictions, finding the right support, and learning how to nourish his body and mind. But along the way, I discovered something bigger:

