I was standing at a bakery counter, my nervous system vibrating at an unhinged frequency, having an existential crisis over frosting ducks. We weren’t supposed to be here; we were supposed to be in Disney World. I was drowning in a wave of mom guilt, trying to fix a canceled dream with buttercream waterfowl. This wasn't just about a cake—it was a lesson in somatic awareness and the "Judgment Olympics" we play in our heads when we're dysregulated and just trying to be a "good