I’m Not Ashamed Of My Mental Illness, Not Anymore
When I was 18, I moved out of my mother’s house and into my own apartment. It wasn’t much: a
Read moreWhen I was 18, I moved out of my mother’s house and into my own apartment. It wasn’t much: a
Read moreI watched my daughter futz around in her “kitchen:” She was grabbing plates and cups. She put bananas in the
Read moreShortly after Christmas, I noticed a shift. I was sleeping less and crying more. I was eating less and yelling
Read moreDear Kim, I don’t know why I’ve never written to you before. Maybe it is because what’s done is done.
Read moreAt 2:30 this morning I woke up angry. In fact, I was well beyond angry: I was livid. I was
Read moreA few years ago, while helping my mother move, I found myself face-to-face with my childhood-friend-turned-enemy, Barbie. I didn’t find
Read moreDepression has not always made me the best friend, the best sister, the best daughter, or the best wife. In
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