Are finding the time for self-care?
Out of all my struggles, the hardest to talk about was my two-decade struggle with eating disorders.
In less than six months, I will turn sixty years old. I never dreamed that was possible in the abyss of drug and alcohol addiction.
Loneliness and suicides are spiking. We have to confront the conversation.
Fifteen years ago I wanted to die.
Winter 2004. Las Vegas. Miami. Los Angeles. All places that hide my secrets. Drugs delivered to my hotel room in Vegas. Coke deals done with quick hand-to-hand exchanges under the cover of darkness just feet from the calming waves of
I often hear that resilient people, like great salespeople, are born not made. Nothing could be further from the truth.
I found myself losing hope every time I refreshed the John Hopkins COVID map.