Joni Edelman

It doesn’t get any more difficult to insult ourselves, regardless of how old we are. It would be ideal if it got easier to respect ourselves, but it generally doesn’t do that either. Every year you age, and every year the aging you looks at the you of the years before and thinks, I can’t believe I thought I was fat/ugly/etc.

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

"She has created an important space on the internet and in the real world, a space that women and girls are free to take up however they please."

Are the advances worth the trade-offs? You be the judge.

Good news: they'll probably grow out of it. Bad news: probably not until they are 23.

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

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

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

Oh hey remember that time in 1804 when Aaron Burr and Alexander Hamilton had an actual duel, with actual guns and Burr shot Hamilton and Hamilton did not shoot Burr. And then the next day Hamilton died.