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Awaiting My Emotional Aftermath…
I am sitting here nauseated. Stomach churning. Gurgling. Body repulsed and mimicking regurgitating motions when thinking of eating my breakfast. It is almost 11am and I have not eaten anything yet. I have been up since 6:40. I am anxious. Anxiety has been building in me since this past weekend started. There is so much Read more
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How Being Hospitalized Saved Me
I grew up with the stigma that you never wanted to be known as crazy. Keep it quiet. Don’t ever speak about it. It can affect your grades, your career, your relationships. Hush-hush, on the down low. I obeyed these commands for fear that because I was a diagnosed depressed person, I would only be Read more
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When You Know It’s Time…
It finally happened. It only took almost two years, but it finally happened. I am proud to announce… …I have tapered off Ativan!!! This little almost microscopic pill was in control of my life. Sure, I owe it some credit for saving me from body shaking, hyperventilating, heart-palpating anxiety. But… it controlled me. From the Read more
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Birthplace
My 22 year struggle with diagnosed Depression started at 14 (although I believe I suffered earlier than that). Just barely a teenager, my family had moved from the only place I ever knew, the city of Brooklyn NY, to suburbia Western CT at the start of high school for me. Being a teenager, I decided Read more
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A Letter To My (Toddler) Daughter
While purging our house this weekend in preparation to move next summer I came across the following letter that I wrote on February 8th, 2008. My daughter was then only about 16 months old and it was in this letter that I realized my struggles with Postpartum Depression and Anxiety were still not over. She Read more
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When ‘Back-To-School’ Time Is ‘Back-To-Anxiety’ Time
That time of year is back. The time of year mothers around the country are breathing a sigh of relief as they see free time returning in their future. The time of year where we smile at the smell of paper and sharpened pencils. That time of year where we stock up on crayons, scissors Read more
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