This spring, I did something that was totally out of character. I went on social media, and I posted about one of the most difficult topics there is to talk about. I wrote about the time I contemplated suicide three...

About two weeks after my second surgery, I woke up alone in bed, left arm in my sling, with a searing pain in my shoulder that would not go away. Not wanting to use the oxycodone prescribed for what my...

I was seven when I had my first panic attack.  My heart would just start beating uncontrollably, and my hands would get sweaty. When it happened, or I knew it was going to happen, I didn’t want to eat. Often,...