This revelation first revealed itself years ago, when my daughter was born twelve weeks too early. I sat, terrified, holding this three pound wonder, afraid I might break her with even with the gentlest touch. The doctors came for round in white coats and clinical speech, discussing her at such…

My sister was the first person I called when my PTSD became active after a long dormency. I’d felt more stress, more tension, but when that evolved to panic attacks, I realized what I was in for. She came to be with me just a few days later. So we’re…

I have a fantasy that includes Amy Schumer…mind out of the gutter, folks. My fantasy is to watch Trainwreck with my sister and grown daughter. Realize that my middle-aged fantasies aren’t that complex. If I had to choose between this movie with my family or a massage from Brad Pitt…

Life got much much better when I grew up, sought treatment, and made healthy friendships. I now have a family I love more than Krispy Kremes right out of the oven. I earned a degree from one of those fancy universities. Hell, I’ve even got a great dog. …

So every school year, 7% of the kids in the public school system are suffering from serious psychiatric disorders. The lucky ones are diagnosed and under treatment. Most are not so lucky. Pediatric psychiatric disorders are difficult to diagnose and difficult to treat. They are not revealed on a blood…

Pregnancy loss is devastating. I felt a depth of hopelessness I’d never known when I delivered twins at 20 weeks. Friends, family- nobody knew what to say. What words could possibly assuage the shattered hope and love and deep connection when a precious little life is no more? I’m weeping…