Category Archives: depression

I spent most of the weekend on the verge of tears. If not on the verge, I was generally in them. But never from sadness, only tears of joy and appreciation. I was me this weekend. You know, the old me. I cried because I’ve missed this me so much. I like this me. ThisContinue reading “the happy cry.”

You are not the only one who spends all day in bed, wakes up ten minutes before your significant other gets home and plows through the house attempting to give them some semblance of your productivity. You are not the only one who hates taking that pill everyday. You are not the only one whoContinue reading “you are not.”

I am tired. Emotionally and mentally exhausted. But I don’t think you’d notice if you didn’t know me. I can turn it on and off. I can fake, oh, how I can fake it. Imagine being hip deep in a thick muddy sludge. You’re in a bit of a pickle, sometimes it could even beContinue reading “the long unfair journey…”

**direct link to my article here.** A long time ago I was asked to participate in an annual online rally for and in behalf of new moms on Mother’s Day. The topic is postpartum depression and I was asked to write a letter to new moms about how “this too shall pass.” There are 24Continue reading “the one about the mental health of moms.”

***So many of you have emailed with questions for Cody, how he manages my depression, what helps and what does not. I can say that it has been a very bumpy road and it has taken years for him to know how to best help me. I’ve never asked how he does it, I’m justContinue reading “by cody.”

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I have tried to take my own life more than the one time I have acknowledged on this blog. Almost exactly two years ago I drove myself to the hospital. The entire drive there I had to keep talking myself out of driving into oncoming traffic. My eyes were puffy, they stung from all theContinue reading “on giving depression a voice.”

“…having gone through crazy postpartum depression and anxiety I can’t tell you how nice it is to know that there are people like you- good people who can be honest about how mental illness is real and isn’t our fault. Sometimes, even though you know you’re just fighting your own brain, it hurts like hellContinue reading “belated gratitude.”