Diagnosis doesn't mean I failed — but why does it feel that way?

My kid got diagnosed last month. The first thing my mother-in-law said was 'where did we go wrong?' And then my own voice started up: where did I go wrong?

If you're wrestling with guilt right now — whether it's your diagnosis or your child's — you're not alone, and you're not broken.

This thread is for naming that guilt without letting it win. What's the story you're telling yourself about what this diagnosis says about you?