My Story

My Story: OCD took over my life

Three years ago I looked like I had it all. At the time I was a senior in high school, a member of National Honors Society, a two sport captain, a director in my school’s film program. Tall, blond, skinny. Ever...

My Story: Proud, black, female, athiest

Proud, Black, Female, Athiest. When you’re a little black girl growing up in the South, you have to believe in something, because very few people will believe in you.  I believed in God. For the first 14 ye...

My Story: I’m afraid of death

It was Thanksgiving and I lay curled up on the bathroom floor. Like a child in a womb, trying to insulate myself from one menacing truth: Someday, I will be dead. Not "someday I will die." Because it isn't t...