What it’s like to have an intimate relationship with anxiety, the abusive partner who never asked you to go steady.
Tag: depression
Anxiety Stole All The F**ks I Had To Give
Let’s talk about anxiety. Because if I’m being completely honest, anxiety stole all the fucks I had to give. Seriously, in my 23 years of momming, I have NEVER met a woman who didn’t battle anxiety at some point in motherhood. One in nine women suffer from postpartum depression and/or […]
My Anxiety Is No Friend: She Is Actually the Ultimate Mean Girl
Therapists have suggested I think of my anxiety as a friend so that I learn to accept it as a part of my life. But the thing is, my anxiety is a bitch.
Embracing the Darkness of Depression
Little can be done to change the fact that my brain is not hardwired as it should be, but plenty can be done to cope with the effects of the disease. Medications, therapies, and self-care techniques, coupled with a toolbox full of how to’s and what not to do’s learned […]
I Found Pain Relief With Medical Marijuana
Living with a disease that causes chronic pain was never part of my life plans. I couldn’t have prepared for it. Even if I had known what was in store beforehand. Pain. Limitations. Treatments. Therapies. Depression. They’re all part of the package. Finding relief while learning to navigate around my […]
Breathe
“Just breathe,” I say to Darcy, my six-year-old daughter. “Look in my eyes and just breathe.” She’s taken a fall on the sidewalk, running in the ill-advised flip flops I told her to trade in for more sensible shoes. “I told you so,” however, holds little satisfaction from a parent […]
Depression – The One Word I Wish My Kids Never Knew
Depression. As a writer, a lover of all words big and small, it is one of very few I can say I vehemently hate. The ugliest of words, it is. It defines everything that has ever gone wrong in my life, my head, and my soul. It is the catalyst […]
Child, We Will Live Forever (and It Will Never Be Too Much)
“Are you going to love me, even when you die?” my daughter asks as we’re making lunch. “Forever and ever,” I reply, quickly, as I have before, to the same question. She knows the answer already, and she’s only five. These chats have become a recurring thing. “And even when […]