The crushing weight of financial overwhelm and how I learned to breathe again Dear exhausted mama, I see you there at 2 AM, surrounded by bills you can't pay, calculator in hand, trying to make math work that simply doesn't add up. I see you putting items back at the grocery store, explaining to your kids why they can't do the activities their friends are doing, and lying awake wondering how you're going to make it through another month. I see you because eighteen years ago,