Wearing Wigs Gave Me Freedom From the Shame of Mental Illness
And then there were the wigs: exercises in risk-taking, rejections of my boring and shame-consumed past self.
Gone with the Wind
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When Americans consume media that privileges white survival, what does it mean for which disasters earn our attention, our money, our likes, our grief?
In France, universal (or socialized) health care is half-NASA, half-MacGyver. And it works. I have to suspect the main objection to adopting the best healthcare system on the planet is just that it’s French.
What was I getting out shame, anyway? So I walked away from it all: going to church, reading scripture, prayer, even the Christian music I loved so much.