Category: Advocacy
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I’ve Always Wanted To Be An Architect… And Other Shit
I remember my first Lego set. I was six and my family had just gotten back to my Aunt & Uncle’s house from the mall. I am not sure why I wanted this set so badly, but I begged, I pleaded, and now it was lying on the floor of…
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November 16th… How Far I’ve Come
It’s been a decade, 10 years, and still on this date every year I think about it, the day I admitted myself into the hospital for severe Postpartum Depression and Anxiety. Every year I would cry. The last few years, I got angry. None of the years did I listen…
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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……
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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.…
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Finding My Purpose In Life…
For as long as I could remember, I always wanted to be a mother. I was drawn to my friends’ younger siblings. I loved to coo at babies I saw. I even transformed the bottom of my tiny closet into a “crib” for my two baby dolls. I couldn’t wait…
S. Paige Writes: 