I tried to throw myself in front of a train on my 30th birthday. I spent an hour, two—time was gauzy—trying to get myself airborne. But a chain kept pulling me up short, the kind that allows backyard dogs just so close to the fence. At the time I thought it was God. Read more
My instincts were screaming at me to move forward, but I was scared to leave. I was afraid of what he might do. Read more
What was it about the second half of the twentieth century that allowed for new religious movements to emerge, gain a following, and lead people to their deaths? Read more
Those who can’t ‘pass’ as reasonably sane are given less agency, respect, and dignity as they navigate psychiatric care. Read more
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flickr/Eric Kilby By Ijeoma Oluo Two years ago today I was staring at my teenage son, my precious baby, wondering if his smile was real. Wondering if I could allow myself to take comfort in a moment of his laughter. Wondering what I could do to keep him in this world as long as possible. Wondering Read more
