Proudly serving unpolished working motherhood, with bipolar depression & hilarity on the side
The small town kid works her tail off to get into the right school. Her newfound connections combine with talent and ambition and propel her like rocket fuel to the top of the world, where she enjoys a wildly successful career and a joyful family life. Of course she has all the resources and funds […]
After I left the psychiatric hospital, I went to mental health grad school. Every weekday morning I’d leave my newborn with my husband or a sitter, head across town and spend the morning in classes and groups with my fellow recoverees. We’d start the morning with an optional spirituality/mindfulness type thing, which I liked the […]
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 […]