It’s been a few years now, but I will never forget the day that my child, following a shower, ran into my arms with tears streaming down his face, and said, “I’m sorry, mom. I’m a boy.” I am proud of my initial response which was to reinforce that he…
Category: Depression
I’ll Sleep When I’m Dead
A few days ago, I was scrolling through my Facebook newsfeed and noticed a dozen posts such as “Sleep?” (after they woke up two hours after falling asleep), “Wish I could sleep…”, and “Dear sleep, I wish you would visit me…” These posts caught my attention, not because they were…