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Postpartum Depression

Did you get the medication??? The text is from my husband, his urgency expressed by the three question marks. His timing is perfect because it’s just minutes after the pharmacy delivered it. I hold the small amber-colored vial in my hand, feeling equally relieved and embarrassed. Lexapro, 10 MG. To be taken once daily. I can’t believe I’m back here, in this same humbling and humiliating place. I thought I was done with this. But once again, I’m turning to these tiny white tablets, seeking help for the anxiety that has taken over my life. I sigh deeply, hesitating, not wanting to open it.

2024-06-03T02:35:11+00:00June 1st, 2024|Our VOICE|

Square One

Did you get the medication??? The text is from my husband, his urgency expressed by the three question marks. His timing is perfect because it’s just minutes after the pharmacy delivered it. I hold the small amber-colored vial in my hand, feeling equally relieved and embarrassed. Lexapro, 10 MG. To be taken once daily. I can’t believe I’m back here, in this same humbling and humiliating place. I thought I was done with this. But once again, I’m turning to these tiny white tablets, seeking help for the anxiety that has taken over my life. I sigh deeply, hesitating, not wanting to open it.

2024-06-06T17:56:49+00:00May 5th, 2024|Our VOICE|

Coming to Grips with My Anxiety Disorder

I suffer from an anxiety disorder which includes bouts of clinical depression. Although this illness is usually hushed up and kept secret, one in ten people suffer right along with me, each in their self-imposed silence. I share my story with the hope of educating others to understand the dynamics of emotional illness and what it’s like to be caught in its tight grip. Perhaps as a result of my words greater sensitivity and compassion will prevail and others will react to a sufferer’s pain accordingly.

2024-03-06T17:08:53+00:00January 4th, 2021|Our VOICE|

Just Nerves?

"Who told you to stop taking your meds, Moish?" His name was Yekusiel Shemaya Tuvia Moshe Wein. “But you can call me Moish,” he said, with an air of someone who’s been through it enough times that he reflexively explained, “I’m named for a few different elter zeides, and I was also born on Zayin Adar, so my father shlita thought it was a good name. But like I said, just call me Moish.”

2024-03-06T17:09:26+00:00January 4th, 2021|Our VOICE|

The Sun Will Yet Shine

How could I wait while the world moved on and I was a ghost of myself — not a mother, not a daughter, not a wife? You know me. That woman in the grocery. The one with the freshly washed wig, crossbody, and trendy sunglasses. Super capable, a great multitasker. I was all of those things. Until I wasn’t. This is my story.

2024-03-06T17:09:59+00:00November 25th, 2020|Our VOICE|

The Darkness Behind My Smile

I am laying against the wall with my fingers in my ears.  My eyes are closed shut.  I feel the pressure of my husband’s hand on my back.  Holding my breath for a few moments too long, my teeth are clenched.  I never knew I had so many tears.  I never knew I could be in a world of people but feel like I am stuck in a box, alone, in the dark. 

2024-03-06T17:10:28+00:00November 2nd, 2020|Our VOICE|

Yom Tov is Coming and All I Feel is Dread….

Summer is still very much in the air. The temperature is warm, we are still on a crazy schedule crazy schedule of no sleep, and we take a look at the calendar and do a double take. Really?!? Elul is almost over?!? Can Rosh Hashana be that close to NOW?

2024-03-06T17:17:57+00:00September 16th, 2020|Our VOICE|

Interview with Mrs. Toby Tabak

Having a baby generations ago was quite different from how new mothers give birth today. I’m not referring to the delivery itself, I’m referring specifically to the attention given to the new mother. Women would have the baby in her home, surrounded by the love and experience of other women in her family, guided by a trusted midwife. It was an event that was recognized as a time to focus on the new mother just as much for the new baby.

2024-03-06T17:18:44+00:00July 23rd, 2020|Our VOICE|

Dear Parents…

I don’t expect you to wake up in the morning- Doing anything more than closing your eyes and yawning- I don’t except you to scrabble eggs- Or shine anyone’s shoes or make all the beds- I don’t expect you to teach science or math- Or give child number three a one-hour bath- I don’t expect you to have patience all day- I actually don’t expect anything today (or any day).

2024-03-06T17:21:02+00:00April 13th, 2020|Our VOICE|

Covid-19 Advice

Hope you and your families are doing well. We know that during these unpredictable times you must be feeling uncertainty and anxious. We want you all to know that YOU ARE NOT ALONE. Here at Yad Rachel, we understand what you are struggling with and trying so bravely to overcome. We can imagine with all the news and school closings and thoughts of quarantine you will be feeling more symptomatic than usual. Times like these can trigger anxiety. We are hoping that these thoughts we are sharing with you will bring some relief.

2024-03-06T17:21:35+00:00March 20th, 2020|Our VOICE|
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