Just In Headcase

Today, I’d like to write a post of appreciation for the nurse at my primary care physician. I had to laugh at the fatigue in her eyes when she saw me in the waiting room. For a moment, she forgot her pleasantries, and I could see a small part of her die as she recognized…

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Whistle While You Walk

Between the heat, the rain, a busy schedule and some lingering depression, I haven’t been making as much time for walking this summer as I wanted to. But a few weeks ago our neighborhood restaurant had a special that looked particularly tasty, so Matt suggested that we check it out. When he mentioned that we…

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Teach for Mom-erica

My husband was sick last week, so it was just me on Bailey duty. The first day was the roughest, with Bailey being in one of those moods where everything that’s not a toy is a toy, and everything that is a toy is completely uninteresting. So the next day, I was determined to make…

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I Yam who I Yammer With

My conversation with Katy ended about halfway through my walk. It’s a long, 4 mile loop, and she had arrived at home, where was dinner waiting for her at her doorstep. We’d had the nicest talk, about everything, from family and therapy to birth and death. I felt seen and understood by our conversation in…

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PsychoSister: Qu’est-ce que c’est?

Sometimes even I have a hard time following my own story. It’s complicated. So I’m going to try to provide some context to help make my stories a little bit clearer. One of the first questions I always get is “Wait, did you have postpartum bipolar or postpartum psychosis?” Even after talking to multiple health…

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Prozac and Cons

On Tuesday I walked with my best friend, Katie. My bond with Katie was forged in the fire of anxiety. Ask us how we became friends and we’ll tell you a story about hiding under a big concrete ping pong table at the swim club, quaking in fear as a thunderstorm rolled in. Confessing to…

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Mother’s Day

It was hard to decide last year when to send my mother home. She had come the day I had gotten out of the hospital. Never had I been more thankful that we decided to buy a house within two hours driving distance of my parents. Because sleep is so imperative for people with bipolar…

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