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"Kids were all my husband Marc and I wanted, and it felt like everyone else had them. And worse, like they were kind of put out about it."
"I wasn’t sure what to do. I prayed no one else in the line noticed what was happening."
"My parents never understood my motives for admitting myself inpatient. However, from hundreds of miles away, Grandma Bevy repeated over the phone, 'I’m proud of you.'"
"After Dr. R terrified and humiliated me, he kept me on the examination table. Every part of me pushed to get up, but he held me down."
"When my beloved former youth pastor starts posting about LGBTQ+ people, it’s hard to scroll by."
"Many friends and students found my words illuminating and helpful. Now I stared at my screen, feeling like a failure who’d hurt the person I cared about most."
"The words coursed through my body looking for an answer — an answer I owed only myself."
"He had never apologized before. His usual playful energy was heavy with guilt, like a dog with his tail between his legs."
"They are genius (and stealthy) in their tactics to exhaust me financially, emotionally and physically."
"We were like two feral raccoons thrown into the same cage — bonding with one another brought up anguish we’d spent decades trying to self-medicate."