Stranger in a Strange Body

As I walked by myself this week, I thought about my body. One of the reasons that walking has been so helpful is that it grounds me in my body. Reminds me that no matter how caught up I get in the workings of my mind, I have a physical presence as well. A presence…

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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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Don’t Have a Stats Attack

Today, I walked with a coworker (and new neighbor!) of mine. [Insert platitudes about how I haven’t seen people from work except through a computer screen since March 2020 and I’ve missed them so much and it was so lovely!] In my job, I do research for an educational non-profit, which means I am fortunate…

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The Bumpity Bumps

Today is the anniversary of the day I left the psych ward. It’s a big day that I’ve been waiting for for a long time. When I arrived home from the hospital last year, I felt relieved, but also guilty. And disconnected. Feeding schedules, outfits, the layout of our baby care materials around the house…

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First Steps

It’s best not to overthink the first steps you take towards something. Which is why I make a habit of overthinking every single thing I do. As you might know from the title of this site, my brain doesn’t always know what’s best for me. Still, I tried. I didn’t go for a fancy walk.…

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