“Oh, there’s no place like home for the holidays,” I croon, strumming a borrowed guitar. I’m attempting to be quiet enough to not overshadow others’ conversations while still setting a merry vibe ...

“Are you a cutter?” the medical aide asked me, gearing to strap a blood pressure monitor around my upper arm to take my vitals at 11 o’clock one evening. I had entered the psychiatric unit, or as it ...

Content warning: Mentions of abuse, suicide, and self-harm; descriptions of depression, anxiety, and other psychiatric conditions. On Monday, Sept. 25, I presented myself to the emergency room for ...