My father was a police officer, and my mother ran a small shop. My life started out normal...

As a kid, my father used to tell me that “life is not a bed of roses,” and now I wish I would have taken him seriously...

My family was considered small because it was common in our country for families to have more than four children...

Stand, sit, eat, drink, poop, pee, and breathe—thoughtless functions for a healthy body. But there I lay, a limp, lifeless, 27-year-old...

My childhood was a tangled mess of emotions that I still have a difficult time unraveling. There were some good memories...