Joni Edelman

Our relationship has been a little complicated. I've loved you a lot, and I've loathed you at least that much, but mostly you've just gone unnoticed. Except for those 5 to 7 days every four weeks when you made your presence quite evident, what with the river of life blood and the random excruciating, and from what I can tell, unnecessary, contractions.

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

I don’t think of myself as fat. Not inside, anyway.

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

I am tired of taking medication. I am tired of relying on the manufactured versions of the chemicals and hormones my body could — should? — make for itself.

Welcome to #RavsWriters, an opportunity for you to get to know some of the outstanding human beings who fervently type to make Ravishly the aw

When you push a small human out of your body, things tend to get a little weird.

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

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

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