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Judith will be blogging about topics related to Fever of Unknown Origin, Still's Disease, as well as psychological, spiritual and physical brushes with death and loss. An exploration—based on her own experiences as well as her training as a psychotherapist—of the bruises, the lessons, the footprints these experiences leave behind. Not a how-to. More a sharing.

Surviving the worst close call of all

Posted Sept. 2024 | Psychology Today I take my five-year-old daughter Jessie to a Halloween haunted house. She runs up the stairs of the...

KRIKUS INTERVIEW | Ford Writes About Denial, Surrender, and Healing

BY JESSICA JERNIGAN • JUNE 23, 2024 In 1990, Judith Ford had a career as a psychotherapist and a blended family that included two...

How My Motorcycle Crash Improved My Life

Even an obvious loss can open the door for unexpected gifts. Posted June 7, 2024 | Psychology Today It was 1973 and I was a 23-year-old...

Personal Memoirs — Pathways to Healing

Author Judith Ford shares her thoughts on writing,healing, & reproductive rights In a recent interview, Judith Ford — a prolific writer...

DATE RAPE

I wake from the weight of his body. David is lying on top of me, pushing against my hips. I feel him pressing his hard penis into me....

Atticus Finch and the Rabid Raccoon

It’s a sunny morning in July and I’m washing dishes and singing along with the music from Les Misérables. The roar of the tractor-mower...

What It Feels Like to Publish a Book About Myself and Read It to Strangers

My book is about me. It’s also about my family, from my point of view. It’s about my memories as truly as I can remember them which is...

Luciano and the Lightning

I used to love thunderstorms. My mother told me thunder was the sound of angels bowling. I loved the image, but I doubted she was right....

Swimming in Lake Kegonsa

It’s summer at my grandparents’ lake cottage. I love the cottage because it’s full of things left behind by my grandparents’ parents and...

Sad Hotel

When I was nineteen, I was in a serious car accident. I’d gone with my parents on a trip to Palmer Gulch Lodge in the Black Hills, an...

WHY I Wrote this book

Why I wrote this book I wrote this book because I needed to have a story to tell myself about my illness and about the deaths of my...

Addendum to Close Call #1, Suicide

I had this dream a few days after my ineffectual suicide attempt. The dream was so strange and so impactful that I wrote about it in my...