I had a recent conversation with some former coworkers. The last time I worked with them my head was in utter chaos, trying to navigate...

There is grace in aging and then there is wrath. It is a battle between two dialogues that we have with ourselves, The life of beautiful...

I sat with her talking about the life that is behind her, and the shorter life in front of her. The lines on her face are from experience...

“Anxiety is love's greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him, but you...

There’s a wickedness to what suicide will do to the survivors. The ones left behind, making their feeble attempts to gather the broken...

I call depression my “Dark Little Friend” or “My Dark Little Bastard” depending on how bad it happens to be at that moment. I think I had...