Socially Shunned in the 21st Century

This post is a little difficult for me to write. I'd like to start out by saying, I don't feel like I fit the typical "mold" of my community. I do not say this in a derogatory fashion. I respect and admire many members of my community. When I first moved into my neighborhood, I tried very hard to fit the standardized mold. Not only for appearances, but for myself as well. I truly believed that if I could just squeeze into that church-going, commandment following, always happy house-wife personality, best neighbor friend ever, mother of the year activities, coolest mom award winning, perfectly clean home, well manicured yard, Americana house with the white picket fence, this mold would encompass my happiness.

Angela's Story - Adolescent Mental Illness

Today I'd like to start with a short story that happened in the fall of 1992. I was thirteen years old. At that point I was about three or four months into my chemotherapy treatments. All of my hair had fallen out by that time and many people told me that I had a very nicely shaped bald head, nearly perfectly round and flawless.

Why Didn't You Call Me?

As I have received such positive feedback from creating this blog, and I thank everyone for their support and love, I feel I need to address the elephant in the room. Why haven't I called you? Why haven't I reached out to you for support?