It was impossible to miss the white sign that hung over the wall of Saint Mary’s high school lacrosse field yesterday. The thing was as tall as our two-story house with letters as big as construction cranes. With just one word: “Prom?” On the hill behind it stood an adorable high-school junior with red roses....

Awhile back, a brave woman in the online support group that I moderate, but haven’t done a good job of moderating in awhile, penned this letter to people who do NOT suffer from anxiety and depression. I think it’s a wonderful articulation of the compassion we all hope for. Having depression and anxiety means many...

Take a minute and answer this question: Is anyone really normal today? I mean, even those who claim they are normal may, in fact, be the most neurotic among us, swimming with a nice pair of scuba fins down the river of Denial. Having my psychiatric file published online and in print for public viewing,...

Five years ago I walked into my therapist’s office feeling like a Krispy-Kreme doughnut: I had no center. Everything I attempted both professionally and personally flopped. I had no sense of self, no confidence, and no faith in myself. I found nothing of value in my DNA. So she assigned me a project that I...

What is your favorite self-help book? A group of psychologists I connect with via LinkedIn, The Psychology Network, published their recommendations. Since most of them are mental health professionals (unlike me, who just pretends she is), their list lends credibility and might be a good one to review every now and then either for yourself...