Joni Edelman

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

You can work your butt off and still be left with a tummy. Bummer.

As a stay-at-home mom, I've made plenty of sacrifices. Where are my accolades?

By baby three, well let’s just say things are a little anticlimactic, at least where furnishings are concerned. Hand me down crib. Check.

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.

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

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

New research suggests that brain inflammation occurring independent of a disease may be linked to depression. Could a "cure" be on the horizon?

[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.

...I’m going to help you! By “help” I mean “tell you all the things that didn’t work.”