Rather than panicking about whether or not millennials are getting busy, it might be worthwhile to question why we place such a strong emphasis on sex in the first place. Is it the most crucial ingredient for emotional intimacy and wellness? If it is, I have yet to be convinced.
I’m going to challenge you to consider that, no matter how horrifying your thoughts are, you still deserve support. You could have the ugliest, most unhinged thoughts in the entire world and that wouldn’t change the fact that a mental health provider still owes you compassionate, nonjudgmental, and competent care.
I knew that this state of constant fear wasn’t sustainable. So, I decided to do something brave: I fired my therapist.
As 2019 approaches, my newsfeed is already filling with New Year’s resolutions. I see friends planning to run marathons, become morning people, learn to meal plan, and all sorts of ambitions that — quite honestly — sound exhausting to me.
Few people are excited to go to a hospital for any reason. But if I only did what I wanted to do, I’d be eating Sour Patch Kids for breakfast and crashing children’s birthday parties so I could use their bounce house and eat their cake.
It’s the most wonderful time of the year! Or at least that’s what my holiday playlist told me on my way to work this morning. But the truth is, I’m not feeling so festive — because unfortunately, grief doesn’t take a holiday.
My transition was never about “becoming a man.” It was just about being myself.
Sometimes the Christmas tree catches on fire or the cat knocks over the Menorah. In this case, your depression has rudely decided to pay a visit during this “most wonderful time of the year,” and while it isn’t fair, it’s also unfair to expect yourself to fake being happy when you’re having such a difficult time.
The first time I heard about stimulant abuse, I was in middle school. According to rumors, our vice principal had been caught stealing a kid’s Ritalin from the nurse’s office and, seemingly overnight, he became a pariah in our small community.
When Aya Mouallem took her first software engineering class, she had a rude awakening: she wasn’t exactly welcome.
I want to share some of the mistakes that I’ve made, because I’m hopeful that other loved ones can learn from my experiences, and in doing so, they can offer the kind of support that chronically ill folks truly deserve — support that is unconditionally affirming.
It takes guts to chase your dreams. But for Shaunelle Chester, it can take a whole lot more than that to reach them. Her dreams took her from her home in London all the way to Newark, New Jersey, when she was just 19 years old to pursue a career in marketing. That leap of faith was only the beginning, though — to succeed, it would take hard work.
Imagine waking up to smoke filling your room. What would you do? The answer might seem obvious at first — you’d look for the nearest exit. But it’s not always that simple.
Dear Mom: You’ve often joked that kids don’t come with instruction manuals... It sure would’ve been nice if they did, though, because nothing really prepared you for having a transgender kid. Let’s face it: nothing about the suburbs of Michigan screams “pride parade.” So it doesn’t surprise me that when I came out as transgender three years ago, you were overwhelmed.