After my friend's suicide, I realized something: We ask people to reach out. But we never explain how.
I remember being wheeled into the operating room and thinking, "Am I seriously doing this?"
We need gender inclusivity when we're talking about menstruation.
It's powerful to begin a new year by saying, "I'm choosing me."
I'm hoping the person who needs this will read it.
Maybe the pain of being transgender is not random chaos in the universe, but the pangs of a deeper awareness.
Some people have the impression that once a mentally ill person seeks out help, it's only a matter of time before things get better. But that's not always true.
I've shared the "self-care isn't selfish" memes countless times, and yet here I am, struggling to give myself permission to be happy.
“I get it! Sometimes I hate my body too."
Hi, do you feel like garbage? I have some suggestions for you.