Just so you know: if this ever happens to you, you will not be ready.

When heaven breaks, who fixes it?

I don't believe in writer's block. Think about it - when you were blocked in college and had to write a paper, didn't it always manage to fix itself the night before the paper was due? Writer's block is having too much time on your hands.

They're fake bullets, so why do I feel like Im bleeding out?

Life sometimes gets so bogged down in the details, you forget you are living it. There is always another appointment to be met, another bill to pay, another symptom presenting, another uneventful day to be notched onto the wooden wall. We have synchronized our watches, studied our calendars, existed in minutes, and completely forgotten to step back and see what we've accomplished.

It's like the psychiatrists themselves are buying into that stupid belief that therapy is something to hide.

Rest easy, real mothers. The very fact that you worry about being a good mom means that you already are one.