I’ll never forget what happened to my friend Clara last month. She’d been gunning for a promotion for over a year, and the big final interview with the company board…

It was a gray March evening, and I was sitting on my couch staring at a dating app, one hand pressed to the hollow of my throat where anxiety always…

It was mid-March, and I was sitting in my therapist’s office, twisting the thin black stone around my wrist between pauses. I’d just moved to a new city, started a…