The Imagined Line of Progress
When I first was diagnosed with post traumatic stress disorder and post partum depression…and oh yes, generalized anxiety disorder too, I was kinda like, “Fuck.” Except back then I was more conservative with my cussing, so maybe it was more like, “Freakin’ A!” That was a lot of letters strung together. PTSD, PPD, and GAD. […] . . .