When I started the Jewish Mother Project, my goal was to try something new each week and then write about my experience. This week, I’m taking a brief departure from that plan to share a different kind of story. This isn’t about a holiday or ritual I’ve started practicing or some piece of Jewish knowledge I’ve recently acquired. But it is about an experience I’ve had, and am still having, that is intimately connected to my identity as a mother and a Jew.
This past summer I started taking anti-depressants. In my role as a clinical social worker, I have counseled many of my clients to consider the benefits of psychotropic medications. Until this past summer, I’ve never needed them myself.
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