My son was diagnosed last month by in many ways I knew this a year ago myself. I am sad for him, I am disappointed that it couldn’t have been easier for him. I have been this way for weeks now and I go between sitting on the couch sad or being obsessed googling everything, reading everything, reserching everything I can asto how we can help him. One feels trapped, the other manic. Neither are sustainable. Where is the in-between? How do I find peace and confidence in this space?