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When Grief Turns Superstition Into Compulsion

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Superstition ruled my mind. More than I realized. I had no idea, within hours, there’d be no child to mother. And then he was gone. And we were childless.

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How Other People's Kids Help With My Depression 

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When I held Baby J for the first time, everything shuffled into place. For the kids, I see every reason to breathe. They love me. I don’t know why.

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Exchanging Old Christmas Memories For New Ones       

I remember the Christmas that completely killed our childhood wonder.

My sister and I aren’t the only people damaged by Christmases past. We're taking back the holiday and building new Christmas memories.

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The Year Of The Christmas Tree

Christmas was my family’s escape.

My mother was desperate for a tree, for a successful Christmas morning that brought joy and hope to our family after a year of hardship.

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Apocalypse Not Yet: Books About The End Of The World That Make It Feel Worth Saving

"That’s the great thing about books where the world ends: you can close them and look up to see a world that miraculously managed not to end while you were busy reading."

That’s the great thing about books where the world ends: you can close them and look up to see a world that miraculously managed not to end while you were busy reading. You can hop back into the fray of that still-turning, still-suffering world and maybe make your own Magic Vessel Of Flickering Empathy Waiting For Lost And Lonely Souls To Find while you’re at it. Ironic as it may be, that magic is part of the glue that holds humans together.

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'The First Thing Was I Felt Remembered:' LOVE Bracelets For Grieving Parents

Love for a child never goes away.

The original meaning of the LOVE bracelet, for me, was that my love for my son would never go away. It just was in a different form now. The physical was gone. But my bracelet was a reminder that the LOVE is always there. Six years down the road for me, I know there are so many other hard things that come along with losing a child.

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Feeling Helpless? Try Helping Someone Else.

"There are a millions of ways to make a small difference in these stressful times."

I step away from worrying about the federal government and think about my community for a moment. I ask myself who needs help, what do they need, and how can I deliver it. Then I do it.

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The Obsessive-Compulsive Dame: Ask For Help

"Mental illness is hard. Being a person is hard. Don’t try to do it alone." | Image Credit: Rhendi Rukmana via Unsplash

Mental illness is hard. Being a person is hard. Don’t try to do it alone.

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An Imagined Conversation With Optimism

It’s me, Optimism! Cheeriness? Excitement? Hope?

Ever had an imagined conversation with optimism? Yeah, me too.

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In Post Election Darkness, Dave Chappelle And A Tribe Called Quest Shine

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