Category: depression
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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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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…
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How My ‘Sleep Divorce’ Has Kept My Marriage Strong
I don’t sleep with my husband. We have tried for a few years to survive in the same bed at night to no avail. We just can’t make that part of our relationship work. We have what now seems to be termed a “Sleep Divorce”. In fact, aside from…
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“I Hate You, Mommy!”
I would have to say it was around age three when Sophia first yelled at me that she hated me. Being so young, she had not learned just how hurtful the word “hate” could be. I know a lot of women who have gotten upset, practically in tears, when their…
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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…
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I Had A Son…
I had a son. When I met him, he was barely 2 1/2 years old with an adjusted age of about eighteen months. All I saw were his deep dark sienna eyes and his messy brown-black hair. I had a son. He was all mine from the first day I…
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“When Will You Be Done?!”
I’m sitting in silence rocking slightly back and forth. I’ve been threatened and my survival instincts are kicking in. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. I am stuck… in my cubicle at work. My stomach is repulsed by food and if I didn’t force myself not to, I would vomit…
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That One Relative…
We all have that one relative, that one person we are required to love because they are family. The one who invites themselves over without an invitation. The one that hoards leftovers to take home without being offered. And, we deal with them. We put up with them because they…
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“Yes, Sure, You Were ‘Sick’!”
I’ve heard this so many times. I am not coughing. I am not sneezing. I am not complaining of chills. I am not home ‘sick’ in the term that I have the flu and need to be in bed. I would not spread my illness if I came into work.…
S. Paige Writes: 