So, did you know that childbirth can take someone with a history of major depression and gift her with bipolar disorder?
Yeah, neither did I.
The past eleven months have been challenging, but I'm getting a handle on what "wellness" means to me (such a trite term...forgive me). It helps that my little family is spectacular. The spouse is raising the bar for dads everywhere, and the baby is cooler than I could ever hope to be.
Prescriptions help, too. And the hippie-dippiest therapist in Manhattan.
So don't fret, my pet. We're all (going to be) okay.