Long Reads

This Is What It’s Like To Visit Your Boyfriend In Federal Prison

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My life plan hadn’t included me — as a 19-year-old, third-year college student — visiting the love of my life in federal prison. 
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Coming Out In A Sea Of Homophobes

I didn’t have one of those coming out moments that involves hugs and tears and “I love you no matter what,” though that did come in time.

I didn’t have one of those coming out moments that involves hugs and tears and “I love you no matter what,” though that did come in time.

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When Mental Illness Hurts Too Much To Talk About 

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I have a mental illness. I am mentally ill. I can barely bring myself to say the words. I have not uttered the phrase “I am mentally ill” out loud.

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The One Thing Lupus Took From Me That I Don't Miss At All

I learned to hide my lupus diagnosis as if it were a crime. (Photo by Jurica Koletić on Unsplash)

I learned to hide my lupus diagnosis as if it were a crime. I became skilled in the art of misdirection.

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Why Are You So Sensitive?

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The echo. It’s there. It’s what women are told. We’re too sensitive, too emotional; we’re overreacting. Why can’t we be rational, reasonable?

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My Bipolar Disorder In Five Dates​

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Once I learned how to discuss my bipolar disorder, I stopped defining myself by my illness and started talking about my emotions as well as my struggles.

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Holy Fire: How My Pentecostal Faith Burnt My Life To The Ground

We believed that we were always just one prayer away from seeing the fire. The fire was everything we hoped and prayed for and prophesized; we believed it could start with us.

I was terrified of falling away from the faith I once believed in so strongly. We had to believe in the miracles because our day-to-day lives were so empty.

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My Parents Stole My Identity. I Won’t Let Them Steal My Future. 

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I’ve built my life from ashes, and I’ve filled it with intentional kindness and trust. My parents stole yesterday. I won’t let them take tomorrow.

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Still Eleanor: The Brain Hemorrhage That Stole My Mother From Herself

Daughters are experts on their mothers; my sister and I see precisely what is changed — so changed — in my mother’s face.

Daughters are experts on their mothers; my sister and I see precisely what is changed — so changed — in my mother’s face.

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Daisies Grow Through The Cracks: Losing A Friend To Suicide

So many times in life, Daisy grew through the cracks, through what seemed like impossible obstacles.

I knew before I truly knew. When the icon revealing the new Facebook message from Daisy’s brother flashed on my screen, my heart fell to my feet.

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