Professor’s little helper
Once I was prescribed Ritalin, I couldn’t do without it. How had I functioned before I got my pharmaceutical wings?
by Gordon Marino
Stories of change
Insightful and poetic first-person accounts of turning points and transformations
Foggy bottom
Benzos probably saved my life. But I also don’t remember much of it
by Alex Smith
More than survival
I suffered from PTSD for 10 years without knowing it. Psychodynamic therapy set me free
by Lucia Osborne-Crowley
Seeing myself in a rubble-pile asteroid
Exhausted and adrift, I felt just like Bennu: a heap of fragments of a world that could have existed
by Elizabeth Landau
Into the unknown, together
Six months into working a suicide helpline, I became a better conversationalist — and friend
by Natalia Dashan
Music stirs my savage breast
I have sensory overload. I figured out how to be a musician despite it
by Neesa Sunar
What geometry taught me about grief
And how thinking about grief gave me new insights into geometry
by Michael Frame
Losing her, losing myself
My mother’s dementia ruptured her sense of self. Why did it also shake mine?
by Noga Arikha
Adventures of an agony uncle
What I’ve learned from 10 years of sifting through other people’s problems
by James McConnachie
Self out of joint
Sudden amnesia untethered me from my past. Was I the same person or had I become someone else?
by Steven Hales
The birthday gift
In the Soviet Union, you’d never wish someone ‘S dnem rozhdeniya!’ without a proper present
by Margarita Gokun Silver
Exquisite fiend, ephemeral friend
Remember when smoking was the excuse for a sweet pause?
by Caroline Eden