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I knew, in some abstract way, that one day my father would die. Everyone knows that. But nothing prepares you for what it’s like when the day actually comes — when the phone rings, when the room goes quiet, when the world builds a new shape around the absence of the person who was your anchor. I’m 60 years old. And I just lost my father — the man who wasn’t just my dad, but my best friend . People think losing a parent at this age should somehow hurt less. They say things lik

Trauma is not “just in your head.” It lives in your body, nervous system, and subconscious. It changes your stress responses, your sense...

Mental health c are is meant to prioritize well‑being—but growing concerns are emerging that some agencies in Buffalo, NY, might be...

In many cities across the U.S., there’s a hidden cost to getting help when you’re homeless — a psychiatric diagnosis. This is happening...

We color ourselves red, white, and blue each year, salute the flag, and tell each other how much we "support the troops." But when the...

We're drugging children to fit into classes, not to help them thrive as human beings. We don't design schools for movement, for...

We all have a "shadow"—the desires, feelings, and memories we'd rather cram in a back closet than admit to ourselves. First described by...

When we talk about homelessness, addiction, or mental illness, the conversation often centers around what we can see—substance use, lack...

I was talking to someone this morning about how childhood trauma affects us in adulthood. And trauma can be a number of things, right?...