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I’ve always been a control freak. Ever since I was a kid, I had to be in charge. When my brother, sisters, and I played “school,” I was the teacher. If we put on an impromptu play for our parents and the neighbors we managed to drag in, I was the director. When I grew...

The holidays are nothing if not complex. As the season begins, we have visions of apple cider-wafted family gatherings where everyone gets along, wandering through a holiday market shopping for the perfect gift, or spending a lazy afternoon sipping hot cocoa before a...

Growing up disabled and queer, I spent my entire life feeling like I was on the outside looking in. Whether it was thinking I didn’t fit in or being sure that everybody but me had a date on Saturday night, otherness stuck to me like glue, and it felt as if I’d never...

“I didn’t know I was being gaslit until years after it happened,” Heath told his therapist. “When I used to tell my husband that something he said hurt me, he’d say that it was “just a joke” and that I was “being too sensitive.”  “And how did you feel when he said...

“I feel so guilty whenever I think about the days just before my husband died,” Susan said, wiping away a tear with the tissue her therapist handed her.   “What do you feel guilty about?”  “We had a big fight. He wanted to go to Disney World for two weeks, and I said...

I used to work out three to four times a week. Now, I don’t. I bend over backwards, coming up with irrational reasons not to engage in this behavior despite knowing that regular exercise helps me remain in good health and keeps me looking my best—a circumstance that...