Mental illness is an inconvenience. There are days we wake up and feel off and think, ugh, not today. Because we know it's going to be a day we struggle with our mental health.

I want to tell you about the “you” I remember from my eyes. I could tell the days were long for you, but our world was always moving fast.

We don’t need to keep our mental health struggles a secret. In fact, we should be talking to our children about them.

Be the person who calls her asking how her first therapy session went. And even if she wasn’t sure about it, encourages her to try again.

Your past doesn’t define the mom you are today. You are the hope that she can get better.

Mommy has a squishy tummy with excess skin that hangs over her pants. She can take a fist full of it and hold it in her hands.

“She’s so big. How much does she weigh?” This was a question I was asked today by a little girl’s nanny in my daughter’s summer camp.