Nobody ever loved me more than I loved myself when I was still addicted to Adderall. Even now I hesitate to say the word “addiction” – part of me, I think, still believes I can control it. That I’m not just another statistic. One-third of college students...

Sometimes I want to warn people that I am a ticking time bomb, a lit fuse, and dynamite in motion. I want to tell them not to get too close to me because I will hurt them, not before I hurt myself, but I will hurt them. I want to tell them I’m sorry, in a...

55. The age of post-midlife crises and doctor visits. Backs cracking, heels tapping, salsa lessons with two left feet. Getting out of bed is a little harder, you slumber a little deeper. So many pills you can’t even count them. The age of watching childre...