I grew up with a depressed father and became a depressed son. My father took an overdose of sleeping pills when I was five years old, following years feeling anxious and depressed because he couldn’t make a living as a writer and actor. He didn’t die, but I lost his presence growing up. I grew
I can’t tell you my perspective about psychoactive drugs without being honest about my own drug use over the years. The first drug I tried was at age seven when my parents served me wine on a Friday night as part of a Jewish Seder. Drinking a little wine as part of a meal was
In our topsy-turvy, stressed-out world, love may be the only thing we can count on. Looking for that special someone has become a priority for many. Google shows over 300 million results for the search “online dating sites.” There are more than 40 million American singles heading online to find love. It may not be
For years I suffered from chronic pain that I believed began when my shoulder was injured playing football in high school. As I got older the pain increased and kept me from getting a good night’s sleep and being able to do the things I needed to do both at home and work. I tried
Marcia was devastated when her husband of twenty-five years told her, “I’m not in love with you anymore. The life has gone out of our marriage and I don’t think we can get it back.” Two days later her husband Mark moved out of the house. He said he needed to sort things out. The
I remember being a happy child, living in a happy family. My father was a writer and I remember being on a television program called the Squeaky Mulligan Show about a talking cat (puppet). I was thrilled to be on T.V. at the age of four and loved that my father was becoming a famous
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