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April Rose
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A Little History
The Backstory: My father and I became estranged when I was fifteen, when I wrote a letter to the courts explaining why I didn't want to attend visitation with him anymore. He never met my husband. He wasn't invited to my wedding. And he died two months afte...

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In which I publicly admit (in part) to something I've never told my family...
I grew up on a small farm in western Massachusetts. Our only source of income came from our farm stand, an 8 by 12 shed made from pallets my father had pulled apart. When the door to the shed was open, which it was from dawn to dusk, our farm stand was open...

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Energy Level: High
It's been an amazing two months--amazing because I've actually felt like myself more than I have since, well, since my daughter was born almost five years ago. Things with my husband are great. My daughter is just wow. She's reading and mathing, and her jok...

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Part of Me
Six days. That's how long it's been. Six. Good. Days. In a row, even! I mention it because, well, six good days is quite the accomplishment. It's a reminder that six days could become seven could become eight. It's winter in New England, we haven't seen the...

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Here I am
Radio silence here, which—now that I think of it—is very
much like the publishing world. Anyhow, let’s get down to an update. Yesterday,
I read over my last post. The optimism and cheerfulness struck me. September Me
was full of hope. She was ready for norm...

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Back to the grind...
Today was my third/first day back to work (first day with students). This is how I know I am ready, how I know I can do this: 1.) I'm more excited than anxious. 2.) My administrator peeked in on me, lending subtle support. 3.) My department head gave me a p...

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The Story of the Wicked Girl
Once upon a time, there was a wicked girl who often vacillated between Self-Hate and Sadness. She wasn't all wicked, because she understood this wasn't how she was supposed to feel. In fact, she knew an evil force cast the spell of Depression on her. So, in...

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Progress Part 2
To relieve some of the stigma of hospitalization for mental health, I want to walk you through a typical day of therapy for me. Check-in: We rate our moods (on a scale of 1 to 10); report how many meals we ate in the last 24 hours; report if we've taken our...

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Progress Part 1
After a particularly bad day, one of the clinicians in the hospital said something to me. Healing from depression is like having a bruise. The only way to make a bruise better is to treat it with care and wait for time to pass and the body to mend itself. B...

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Post NESCBWI 2015 conference thoughts
It's been a while since I've written, mostly because I'm trying to wrap my head around this depression thing. Sometimes it's wrapping around me instead, coiling through my brain and lungs and heart, squeezing tighter and tighter until I cannot think, breath...
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