I was suicidally depressed, until a bloody emergency reminded me what I'm capable of.

Millions of people who need treatment for eating disorders go undiagnosed. One young woman’s infuriating story should serve as a wake-up call for the medical community.

At first I thought I was having a stroke. Then I find out this bizarre sleep disorder is more common than I ever imagined—and I finally learned how to shut it out.

I was reporting in Cairo following the Arab Spring, when I suddenly became violently ill. I’m still trying to piece together what happened next.

I was a seventeen-year-old virgin when my psychiatrist glossed over the serious side effects of antidepressants. Now I wonder if I’ll ever have a normal sex life.

They admitted to religious taboos ranging from same-sex attraction to extramarital affairs. The treatment they received was alarmingly severe.

When the nurse first told me, mid-labor, that there were methamphetamines in my system, I cracked up laughing at the absurdity. When child services showed up, it stopped being...

Two strangers dragged me from bed in the middle of the night and drove me into the woods. But this wasn’t a random abduction—just my ticket to a boot camp for troubled teens.