As a depressed teenager, hockey was one part of my life that (almost) always brought me joy. Even if I'd spent most of the day reading in...

This week, my essay "Lies Mania Has Told Me" was published in OC87 Recovery Diaries (this is my second time they've published a piece of...

Depression and mania are two sides of the bipolar coin, always lurking below the surface. I didn't know that's what those moods that...

I grew up in a family where it was normal--expected, even--when in pain to say I'm fine, there's no problem here, to just suck it up and...

I was 13 the first time I spent any real time in a hospital. My mother drove me two and a half hours to the Keene State Hospital, which...

Nala & Delphi are my tethers When I read submissions for A Tether to This World: Poems & Stories of Recovery, I didn't quite know what I...

It's World Mental Health Day. I learned this when I logged onto my Peloton and a bright banner popped up announcing the day and that...

Well, friends, it's happened yet again: a rejection. From an arts grant I was crossing my fingers for. Statistically improbable, I know,...

A decade ago, I didn't want to go on pills for depression and anxiety, which were severe. I had this idea that medical intervention would...

Today was my last therapy session. It was via Zoom, which has been the case for a year and a half. It was sort of anticlimactic. We...

Five years ago, I was really anxious about having a conversation with my mother. I'd been planning it for weeks, talking to professionals...

I spent last week revising my forthcoming essay collection at the Burlington, VT office of my publisher, Holbrook House. I was holed up...

It has been a long fifteen months. Like, interminably long. For over a year now, we've hunkered down, stayed in, kept our distance. We...

A real book with my name on it! Stories can save lives. That may seem overly dramatic, but I believe it with my whole self....

I'm not afraid to speak my mind, except when it comes to my emotions, one of my students wrote recently (I'm paraphrasing here). It made...

All week I've been looking forward to my fully-vaccinated grandmother coming over for dinner. I love cooking for people and having them...

When my bipolar disorder brings me down, makes me question and even hate myself, it manifests in my body. I feel drained, weak....

I manage social media for the Children's Literacy Foundation. Mostly cute pics of kids with books, recommendations of books, articles...

Like so many women, in particular, I feel compelled to say "yes" to everything. I've written about saying no before, but that doesn't...

For a long time, I've said "I had an eating disorder as a young teen," but the truth is, my eating has always been disordered and, even...