Depression

Is 2015 the year we will finally take an honest look at our country’s dealings with mental illness?

Let’s say, hypothetically, that there are people on this earth who are currently saner than you.

My cocktail is wrong. It’s a gin and tonic with only gin. It’s a martini with 10 olives. And I can’t stand the sun. Not today. Not this month.

This is not a holiday that warrants celebration.

Are Disney's new depictions of good-guy deaths finally catching up with the complicated child psyche?

Psychiatric illness is still stigmatized. And that’s hard when you have a psychiatric illness.

I’m lucky to be smart, to have an astonishingly good memory. Or maybe I’m lucky to be bipolar.

She doesn’t know how to communicate the feeling that all is for nothing, nothing is normal.