I call BS on anyone who asserts that we must abandon our personhood for motherhood. They can and should coexist.
Your Kids Need You To Be A Person: Support for New Moms
2009-2019: From Wishing to Working
2009: I'm 25. I'm two years away from finishing my graduate degree in Social Work. I'm a year away from getting married. Six years away from having my first son. And countless soul-searching breakdowns away from figuring out why I am so dreadfully unhappy. I spend a lot of my time crying. A lot of... Continue Reading →
Why Writers Seem, Feel, and Are Allowed To Be Crazy At Times
What it means to tend to my mental health changes depending on what I'm working on.
Health Scares & Editing Nightmares
Honestly, I've been more tempted to give up on this book during this phase than any other before.
Dear Raging Heart
A letter to my rage. Vote on November 6, 2018.
The Best Thing About Camping on The Beach Is The Silence
Who needs to talk when you're swimming in the ocean? Watching the flames of a fire? Dancing in the sand, roasting marshmallows, falling in meditative rhythm with the sea?
I Will Follow You Into The Light: My PPD Award Thank You Speech
Embarking on this challenge of writing out and sharing my postpartum depression journey here has been the ultimate exercise in vulnerability. I didn't think I would ever in my life write on these topics, and now I'm not sure I will ever stop writing about these topics (I mean, in general. Don't worry, Brimming will... Continue Reading →
It Ended With Brimming: My PPD Recovery
Art heals.
When It’s Really Not Baby Blues (Because It’s Definitely Postpartum Depression)
It was "only baby blues". I was "only moody". I was "only sleep-deprived" and "only hormonal". I was blind to the obvious, I refused to see the truth. The truth, that is only so vivid in retrospect, that I had postpartum depression. You see, I had my misconceptions about it. I had seen it egregiously... Continue Reading →
It Started With the First Ultrasound: Postpartum Depression
I couldn't tell the story of my postpartum depression without going back to its origin. A highly personal and revealing story of my high-risk pregnancy.
Brimming 