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.

When I heard about accusations that Lena sexually abused her sister, I was astonished. And my visceral emotional reaction prompted powerful questions.

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.

Brangelina are splitting up. A sad day for them, a joyful day for single ladies everywhere.

With the help of the midwife—and immense effort on my part—Ella finally slid out into the water. But she was limp, pale. It was scary.

My cocktail is wrong. It’s a gin and tonic with only gin. It’s a martini with 10 olives. And I can’t stand the sun. Not today. Not this month.

"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."

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

How do I raise a boy to love and respect all women regardless of size in a world where he is bombarded with images of what is attractive?