As I sat in Jessica’s office she could already observe the medication she had prescribed for my anxiety was making a difference. “I didn’t know life could be this way. I don’t panic about my kids playing outside in the front yard. I’m not terrorized by racing thoughts at night. I don’t feel like I’m…
I wrestle my hair into the straightener cussing after the hot iron brands my neck like a middle-schooler slinking into gym class with a hickey on her neck. I decide it’s too tender to put makeup on it and rush to get dressed, tripping over my own feet because apparently I still haven’t learned…
A humbling THANK YOU to the Nebraska Press Women for their strength, support and belief in me. Without them, my columns never would’ve made it to nationals. I also want to thank the HelpCare Clinic for honoring me with this press release. The board and the executive director have been my champions and cheerleaders for…
Why I talk about depression is so maybe someone else can heal. Why I talk about depression is so maybe someone else can heal. There’s this question doctors ask if you’ve been injured: “On a scale of one to 10, one meaning manageable and 10 the toughest pain you’ve ever encountered, how would you rate your pain?” I’ve been asked this dozens of times, when…
If these old walls could talk, I thought to myself as I carefully picked my way across the broken floorboards of the main childhood home I had. My grandmother’s house was the center of my life. If my parents fought, we came here. We came here for Sunday dinners, we came here so Mom could…