Joni Edelman

[CN: suicide, overdose] Gratitude stops me from ending my life, but it doesn’t stop me from wanting to end my life. Even the fierce love I have for my family doesn’t mean I don’t feel utterly hopeless sometimes.

So you fed your baby some formula instead of breast milk. His future is not shot. Really. It's not—and The Guilt serves no one.

In honor of World Bipolar Day, I present a sample stream of consciousness based on my experiences living with this disorder.

Nutritionists have weighed in on what to order at McDonald's. Here's what I think you should get instead.

When you push a small human out of your body, things tend to get a little weird.

She says she’s worried that the cat, whose name is Jack, doesn’t know what’s going on. She tried to explain to him that she was leaving for a while.

I don’t think of myself as fat. Not inside, anyway.

By baby three, well let’s just say things are a little anticlimactic, at least where furnishings are concerned. Hand me down crib. Check.

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As the mother of three teens, I'm here to tell you: You have nothing to freak out about.