I Am a Medicated Momma

I am a wife, a stay-at-home mom, a writer, and a comedian.And, finally, after far too long, I am also an advocate for mental health.You see, I am a medicated momma.  And I am tired of being ashamed....more

Self-Care Isn't Always Sweet And Cozy

Some nights, taking care of your mental health means vanilla scented candles and a long bath. On other nights, taking care of your mental health means forcing yourself to do your fucking laundry. I’m in the middle of the first depressive episode I’ve had in nearly a month — in a new city I just moved to, far from the people I’ve known my whole life. I try not to work on these pieces while in such a bad mindset because, well, they usually turn out to be bummers. ...more

Late Nights

Originally posted at Girl Gone Feral - July 6, 2016.I’m afraid of the dark. In the dark, my imagination runs wild. I imagine I can see red eyes staring at me from the corner of the room or that if I look out a dark window too long, something will appear, staring back at me. I won’t sleep with a foot or a hand hanging over the edge of the bed in case something under the bed reaches up and drags me under....more

I Have Seasonal Affective Disorder — In The Summer

The heat makes me feel the way I do when I’m having an anxiety or panic attack... Basically, it's awful. Everyone hates the cold, right? This girl doesn’t! For as long as I can remember, I’ve been intensely affected by heat and the sun.Passing out (or feeling like I’m going to pass out) has been an on-and-off-again summertime occurrence....more

Mental Health Awareness Isn't Enough

Mental Health Awareness Isn’t EnoughMay 18, 2016 - originally posted on mytwoblackdogs.com...more

5 Natural Ways to Ease Depression

Summer always makes me long for the beach.I hear the crash of the waves on the shore, the cry of the gull in the sky, and the laughter of my children on the sand. I feel the warmth of the sun on my skin, I smell the scent of sunscreen on the breeze and taste the salt in the air. When I open my eyes, however, I see laundry. And dishes. And more laundry. ...more

I Have a Chronic Disease Called Depression

As a child I lived in darkness and filth. My mother was a hoarder, an alcoholic, and suffered from mental illness - probably a personality disorder of some sort. While she loved me very much, she was psychologically abusive to me and created an environmentally-hostile home for me to live in. She spent many daylight hours asleep, but I wasn't allowed to play outside because she was afraid something would happen to me. ...more
I'm so sorry for your struggles during your childhood and glad that you've been able to see ...more

Prescription for depression – cancer patient, caregiver or widow

It hung around way too late in the day before I recognized this no-energy-no-interest-in-anything blahness. That’s when I got out my script pad and wrote a prescription for mild depression: Go take a hike. Near a body of water.Part of the cure requires that the patient stop somewhere along the path to contemplate all there is to be grateful for: in my case, sound of water rushing over rocks, warmth of sunshine, the ability to move on my own two legs, family and friends to love, family and friends who love me....more
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