It’s Mental Health Monday here at my blog. I thought I’d share a piece that was recently published at Crazy Good Parent. It was hard for me to write but cathartic.
January marked a year since I have had contact with my best and oldest friend. Fifteen years. Our friendship had survived cross-country moves and the perils of being a teenage girl. So what finally broke us?
I told her that my husband and I were going to try for a baby. She told me I was unfit to be a mother.
I have been living with bipolar II, PTSD, social and general anxiety disorders for well over a decade. Some years are harder than others but my disorders are always managed. I had three different types of medical doctors telling me I could do it, but my best friend? She thought I was incapable of taking care of a child.
That should have been the end of it really. She was judging me. She was judging me for something I could not control, for something that was a part of…
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