Category Archives: creativity

Letting myself hate you let me love you

I am so very honored to have Hayley Lau here today. This guest post is very important to me. It is a shining example of Permission-Based Healing, though I don’t claim to say that Hayley was influenced by my work when she wrote it. In her courage, Hayley is one of the deepest writers I know. She…

Forced Gratitude Tastes Like Guilt (and a permission slip ritual)

This post is dedicated to Amy B. I am stroking your hair and sending adoption papers Godspeed your way. Forced Gratitude Tastes Like Guilt Now that’s a title for a Thanksgiving post, isn’t it? As a mother recovering from anxiety and depression, there are plenty of moments where I  have zero access to the truckloads…

The PPD Kooky Jar

This is an old post, now new and improved, revisited for two reasons: one, my neck issues are making it hard to write new posts these days. But more importantly, I wrote this in November 2010, when my blog was still a baby. Chances are you’ve never seen this before, and kookys taste much better…

And I’m going to be 40?!?

Remember this? It’s almost as good as “I’ll have what she’s having.” And much closer to home. I remember being 32 and feeling like Sally felt about 40, despite the fact I was married to a wonderful man and was pregnant with my first child. And today, I’m exactly one month away from this dreaded…

Yummy Toes

After I finished writing a hard post about the hell of not bonding with baby.  Then I felt a strong need to come up with something light. I poked around some of my friends’ blogs and was inspired by Kimberly’s foot fetish post . Just what I needed. Seven years ago I started singing this…

The Breath of Joy

This is my secret weapon against the morning ogre (that’s me when I wake up). This tittle depression-busting-yogic-breath-of-a-Jedi-trick has saved my marriage, and my sanity, countless times. I mentioned it in today’s afternoon session of #PPDchat, and just shot this video now for  my friends in the evening chat session. This is a spur-of-the moment,…

Very Good Enough?

  Have you ever been told to let go of perfectionism and be content as “a good enough mother”? How did you like that? For me it was about as useful as “you just need to relax and let time heal all wounds.”   This is the subject of the current PPD Love Letter. You…

On Fear and Love Letters

Most of what I do here is scary. Talking about depression, in general, is uncomfortable for most people. Talking about my own depression—the darkest moments, the days I spent curled into a ball, unable to get out of bed; or that dark night I spent with my green suede belt wrapped around my neck, just…

The Worst Holiday Ever!

If you happen to love Valentines day, you might want to click away from this page. Go to the LOVEratory maybe? This is about to be a rant. The worst holiday ever, right?  It’s like there is no way to win this game! So much cultural gunk: I, for one, bristle at the thought of…

Much too early in the morning: unexpected joy.

The return of poetry, it must be a sign of recovery. I started writing poetry when I was 6. But when I was in the depth of Postpartum Depression, I would have snarled at you if you even mentioned the possibility I’d write a poem. And today this showed up. With the help of my…