The Perils Of Untreated Bipolar Disorder
“What’s wrong with me?” I pleaded. “Am I bipolar or something?”
A Hospital Kind of Joy
beyond the clouds, it is there. waiting at an oak table with a mug of donut shoppe coffee and a newspaper, saying, “you’re alive. isn’t that the greatest thing anybody can be?”
Four Drinks In
I love myself four drinks in. Four shots of vodka and I am a great mom. Four drinks in and I’m funny and likable. The anxiety disappears. My mind quiets.
Explaining Postnatal Depression When You Didn’t Give Birth: A Queer Perspective
No one may know exactly how it all feels, but it’s my story to tell, my words to write down, and perhaps one day someone else might look at this and feel less alone.
Care to Walk With Me?
It’s possible to live with scars, to feel the same pain you feel right now and to not hurt yourself because of it, to want to stop.
3 Reasons That Depression is Like a Tunnel
Depression is like a tunnel, not a cave.
Before and After
When I see declarations of happiness in pounds lost and images of shrinking frames, the voice of my eating disorder begins to rustle.
Miscarriage From a Mother’s and Father’s Perspectives
How to even begin? I was pregnant, and now I’m not.
What I Learned at HEART CAMP
Everything is better shared. Our questions, our pain, our dreams, our fears.
Keep Going
Tomorrow you will do it all again. I know that’s scary to hear, especially since today you contemplated handing it in, crashing the car, putting a stop to it all. But keep going.
We Can Live Anyway
The funny thing about being broken, however, is that’s where you start to build yourself back up.
Here. Now. In Good Company.
Time doesn’t tell you about the late-night phone calls answered, the grocery store runs when the razors were returned to the shelf, or the first time I decided to walk out the door wearing shorts.
