I sat on the couch the other night, tears trickling down, saying goodbye to a man I love. And though I was sad and confused (that's an entirely different discussion), I felt comforted realizing not one part of me felt the urge to beat myself up. I woke the next morning as I do almost every day, getting dressed, feeding my dog, and biking to yoga. I then recharged with healthy food, I basked in...

It's healthy to feel all your emotions, especially on a death anniversary. It's 7p in San Diego on November 14, 2017. At this time, 10 years ago, my sister killed herself from her basement stairwell. The pain of that day and mostly of the following (since I didn't find out until 3am on November 15) haunt me. I've thought about this day for weeks, months, years. The 10-year anniversary is a big one. Or at least...

The night I put my cat Koh down (click to read about losing Koh), I immediately ran over to my parents and set up shop in front of their television. All I wanted to do was just eat and sit and not move and wallow… It was a space emotionally I hadn't been in years. It scared me yet was familiar and unnervingly comforting. That night, I kind of just embraced it because I told myself,...

I didn't intend on being a writer. But at 22, trying to make sense of my sister's suicide, I haphazardly wrote Must Girls Love. The chance to share my story and connect with others—that was everything! Here is the beginning of Chapter One. Click link below to continue reading...

"If you do not take the antibiotics, you will die," the doctor proclaimed from the foot of my hospital bed. A lineup of physicians—a urologist, an internist, a cardiologist, and a neurologist—and countless nurses were parading in and out of my hospital room over a 10-day period. I had CT scans, a spinal tap, an MRI, and a visit from the rapid response team. I had IVs in my arms and was practically buckled to the...

In August 2008, 9 months after my sister killed herself, I walked into a tiny home in Huntington Woods, Michigan with a bag of clothes, my computer, my handmade journal, and my cat Koh in hand. Linda's home, what we called "The Yellow House", was a 30-minute drive from my parents'.  Just far enough away to feel like I could catch my breath and hide for the time being. Linda was like a second mother to...

I understand why The Glass Castle was so vital to Jeannette Walls’ childhood psyche, because my three older sisters and I had our own version of it—The Gunni Cabin. For Jeanette and her siblings, it symbolized survival and promise. For us, it represented a return to innocence. My eldest sister, Miya, was the innovator. She envisioned an enormous home built out of wood and stone in Gunnison, Colorado, where she lived. With a well-equipped kitchen, cozy living room,...