Men Have Called Her Crazy: A Memoir

by Anna Marie Tendler

I guess that’s the paradox of being a woman: no matter what path you choose, chances are you’ll feel invisible.

So far I have been the last one in the group to find out when someone is pregnant. I worry this is because my friends are afraid I will be mad at them for having a baby or sad for myself for being left out.

In truth, I don’t feel mad that she’s having a baby or worried that I’ll be left out. I just feel terrible that my depression may have taken up so much space, she didn’t feel there was room for her own good news.

Life has in no way gotten easier. In so many ways it has become harder. But I’ve become sturdier.

It was a lot of work to get here and frankly annoying.