Joni Edelman

Compassion for myself is not a thing I do. It is not a thing I have ever done. It is not a thing I feel comfortable doing. It's time I stop for compassion.

[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.

In today's HELLO, OBVIOUSLY news: National Coffee Day.

Don’t most kids feel afraid to come home?

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.

Do you want people to for-sure panic? Tell them not to panic.

My decision to bed-share with my children despite potential SIDS risks has less to do with studies, and more to do with instinct.

And what’s better than eggs? Eggs direct from the cloaca of your own chicken.

When I had my first child, I couldn't have prepared for the way it would make me feel.