Proudly serving unpolished working motherhood, with bipolar depression & hilarity on the side
“Do you ever think about taking your own life?” asked the psychiatrist with a face like a board. I stared into his clinical eyes. “No.” It was a lie. After hauling myself up four flights of stairs to my dorm room, I’d tilt my head over the railing, imagining what it would be like to […]
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 […]