Before I learn about my genetic “mutation,” my husband Max writes in our annual New Year’s letter to friends and family: “Miriam adopted two new hobbies: macramé and... Read more >>

Last month I had my first sandwich in years. I had forgotten the way a complete meal could satisfy the mouth, fill the stomach, and quiet the quaking hand of a starving body. Before that sandwich I... Read more >>

Since we are here to share about recovery, I want to relay that recovery is not a dirty word. The dictionary definition is “to regain strength, composure, or balance; to regain in usable form;... Read more >>

Say to yourself, “That is the past. Now, in this new moment, this new present, I am already beginning to change for the better.” And, as you believe, so you become. I’ve been a very... Read more >>

What strengths have I developed because of the abuse? What personal qualities enabled me to make it through my abuse and my adulthood so far? I was only five years old when my abuse began, so I... Read more >>

You know how sometimes when you reach for a hanger, it gets stuck on all the other hangers next to it? A choice looms on these occasions that can steer the course of your entire day. Do you... Read more >>

This year, I celebrate my tenth anniversary living with bipolar disorder. I say celebrate because I have really survived twelve years with the disease. The first two years included four... Read more >>

She’ll leave, if you give her a chance. If you really really want to hate her, she’ll get the hint. But like I said, lose sight of her existence, and she’ll bite you in the ass... Read more >>

The worst has happened. If we let it be that is. What we do to ourselves is often nearly as bad as the original trauma. That child was abused, neglected, manipulated, beaten, raped, slapped, starved,... Read more >>

I live in a suburb. A suburb that most definitely stared from the White Flight (which is not something I’m proud of). From looking at my life, things should fit correctly right into the neat... Read more >>