I thought I was just a liar, but years later a therapist explained a deeper reason for what I'd done.

My brute strength and wrestling skills made me a natural fit to maintain order. But what I really wanted to do was help people.

After a lifetime of resentment, working with other T.B.I. patients finally helped me understand the riddle that is my mother's mind.

As a bedridden kid, Starbright World became my lifeline. And it's where I met the best friend who would change my life IRL.

She said I had cancer, and an eating disorder, and pneumonia. I didn’t realize it was abuse until years later.

My son has reactive attachment disorder and constantly makes up elaborate lies about being abused. But then he actually was.

Doctors said I probably wouldn't live to see my child grow up, but I still wanted to be a mom.

My OCD manifests as an overwhelming suspicion that my food is infested with disease and bodily fluids. After years of hungry suffering, I finally found a way to cope.

I wouldn’t trade those carefree beach days for anything.