Joni Edelman

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

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.

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Help. Me. Please. And by help me, I mean, bring me my jumbo size jar of

I’m lucky to be smart, to have an astonishingly good memory. Or maybe I’m lucky to be bipolar.

When it comes to your physique, your mind can actually work against you.

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.

If you decide pit or leg hair isn't a big deal, then bam! It's not a big deal.

"Food isn't the enemy –– calling it the enemy is the enemy."

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