When I was first diagnosed with Fibromyalgia, I was 23 years old. I have vivid memories of my first treatment with an acupuncturist — a middle aged man who quietly explained as he worked that he believed fibromyalgia often formed in people who didn’t speak about how they felt. At the time, I was baffled. I talked all the time. I was practically an open… Read more →
Wellness
Self-Explanatory.
Back In The World Again; Thank You, #ClimbOut
It’s often that posts of mine get stuck in the mental pipeline behind other posts because I have this order of how things happened, and who I promised what to, and what it says on the editorial calendar Lindsey keeps trying to get me to use, and probably seven times out of ten those stuck in the pipeline posts never… Read more →
Postpartum Depression Can Eat My Dust: Climb Out of the Darkness 2014
Four years ago I wanted to die. I wasn’t suicidal, to be clear, I made no plans — I was just sort of okay with the idea of not being alive any more. The sheer act of living was harder than I’d ever expected it to be and some days — the worst days — despite having a bouncing bundle of reasons to live in my seven month old baby, I just didn’t think I could do it anymore. Read more →
Portrait of an Anxiety Spiral
It begins in my gut. What was that that bothered me? Shit. Now it’s in my chest but I still can’t remember what I stumbled across or thought about or saw that made me feel left out, forgotten about, less than. I wonder how I have any room for organs at all when my body is so filled with this… Read more →
Why You’ll Never Hear Me Call Myself A “Pothead Mom”…No Matter How High I Am.
Ever since Kiri Westby published her controversial and totally not anonymous piece “Confessions of a Pothead Mom” last week I’ve gotten many a text/DM/FB message/email from someone asking “Be honest — are you the HuffPo Pothead Mom?” I’m not, of course, Kiri Westby is — but the fact that so many people were wondering if I had written the post… Read more →
