Joni Edelman

Good god, where will I ever find someone who will love me in such a pitiful condition?

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

My mother didn't teach me how to be a mother. But my babies did.

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

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.

As a former Mormon, the Church's revelation that they're going to start “loving and accepting” the LGBT community makes me laugh. Hard.

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.

My daughter just had 75 of her Instagram yoga images pilfered. What is going on? And what can we do about it?

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

I said (on TV, to Rachael Ray, so there are a few million witnesses): If you want a bikini body, put a bikini on your body.