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.

AuthorMaria Cristina Garcia
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