The term “self-advocacy” has always seemed like an awkward term to me. There’s something clunky about it, like a plumbers wrench or a tangled up kite or like a pile of shoes that need to be moved. Perhaps it’s my...

The year I turned 18 and went off to college for freshman year was simultaneously one of the best and worst years of my life. The world was wide open in ways it had never been: I could drink, I...

When she walked into our Greenwich branch office in The Anxiety Institute, I couldn’t quite figure out why she was there at all. She was energetic, very clever, and seemed to be quite social. She always wore bright-colored yoga pants...