Proudly serving unpolished working motherhood, with bipolar depression & hilarity on the side
Five years. It took five years of convincing, cajoling and damn near pleading for me to swallow a pill. I am not a Jehovah’s Witness. I am not a cat (or a guinea pig, despite the profile picture). But this was an SSRI, a pill to treat my depression, and I grew up with a […]
“It sounds like you’re saying you want to talk to one of those people,” my mom said slowly, across my teenage bedroom. I sat unevenly on the twin bed, eyeing the pictures of me and my friends taped around the dresser mirror and my CDs stacked up in uneven towers everywhere. I had corralled her […]
It starts small, masquerading as tiredness or temporary irritation. Maybe you hit the snooze button too many times. Maybe you trail out of conversations, shrinking into yourself and losing eye contact. I do all that stuff and then pull up the best of me, rising from the ground like a Macy’s Thanksgiving day balloon, to […]
Perfectionists don’t need coping skills because making everything absolutely spotless is our mission in life. If we just focus all our energy on that, what could possibly go wrong? Right. I believe you’ve all met 2020. No wonder we’re all nervous getting to know 2021, making its intro, like New Years always do, in the […]
My daughter and I made an advent wreath, decked out with branches and pine cones. Our wreath looks pretty and peaceful and apparently delicious, because our cat is now eating it and throwing up pine needles all over the house. Which means our hand-crafted best is now increasingly found in half-masticated clumps of kitty kibble. […]