Joni Edelman

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.

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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.

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It's not always easy to find a new partner when you have kids in tow. But not only is it possible, it's worth it.

They will 

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

It's always so good to know the folks doing the work you're doing.

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.

Psychiatric illness is still stigmatized. And that’s hard when you have a psychiatric illness.