Joni Edelman

Look, I'm not saying McDonald's did this themselves, I'm just saying, a lot of the people that work there probably agree.

I'll never forget the day I discovered the name for my mental illness.

A weekly trip to Walmart would end in tears — first theirs, then mine. Them pining in the toy aisle. Me saying no. Over and over. It wasn’t so much that I wanted to buy my kids whatever they wanted, it was that I couldn’t.

Here’s something that isn’t rocket science either, Stephen Hawking: Diets don’t work.

When I was little, any time I got an insect bite or stubbed my toe, I had to ask my mom, “Am I going to die? If I was going to die from this, I’d already be dead — right?” I also had a 30-minute prayer that I needed to say at each meal or else everyone would be poisoned and die. And corners. I had to check all of them before I went to bed.

New research suggests that brain inflammation occurring independent of a disease may be linked to depression. Could a "cure" be on the horizon?

...I’m going to help you! By “help” I mean “tell you all the things that didn’t work.”

“I don’t even know what to say, Joni. Your baby isn’t alive.”

You may have seen the acronym "HAES" floating around the Internet, and that is because the "Health At Every Size" movement has taken over THE WHOLE WORLD.

Good god, where will I ever find someone who will love me in such a pitiful condition?