Priya Ramanathan made twenty-three phone calls in two weeks. The 34-year-old graphic designer in Sacramento had just been diagnosed with PTSD after a traumatic motor vehicle accident, and her trauma therapist’s intake coordinator had told her to find an EMDR-certified clinician on her Blue Shield HMO. Twenty-three calls — twenty-three voicemails, full inboxes, “not accepting … Read more
Priya Ramanathan made twenty-three phone calls in two weeks. The 34-year-old graphic designer in Sacramento had just been diagnosed with PTSD after a traumatic motor vehicle accident, and her trauma therapist’s intake coordinator had told her to find an EMDR-certified clinician on her Blue Shield HMO. Twenty-three calls — twenty-three voicemails, full inboxes, “not accepting … Read more
Priya was thirty-four, an associate at a corporate law firm in Houston, when she had what she was certain was a heart attack on a Wednesday afternoon at 4:18pm. She was in her office reviewing a draft contract when her chest tightened, her hands started tingling, her vision narrowed at the edges, and her heart … Read more
Priya was thirty-four, an associate at a corporate law firm in Houston, when she had what she was certain was a heart attack on a Wednesday afternoon at 4:18pm. She was in her office reviewing a draft contract when her chest tightened, her hands started tingling, her vision narrowed at the edges, and her heart … Read more
The Wrong Therapist Can Make Things Worse You finally did it. After weeks of putting it off, you searched for mental health providers near meand booked an appointment. You sat in the waiting room. You filled out the intake forms. You sat across from a stranger and told them things you have never told anyone. And … Read more
The Wrong Therapist Can Make Things Worse You finally did it. After weeks of putting it off, you searched for mental health providers near meand booked an appointment. You sat in the waiting room. You filled out the intake forms. You sat across from a stranger and told them things you have never told anyone. And … Read more
Marcus was twenty-eight, an investment associate in Chicago, when he collapsed on a Friday night at a friend’s loft party in River North. He had been doing lines off and on for eighteen months, mostly weekends, never thinking of himself as having a problem. Around 2am he stood up to refill a drink, said he … Read more
Daniel Park did not call himself depressed. He called himself tired. The 29-year-old second-generation Korean-American software engineer in Seattle had been working through chronic neck pain, headaches, and a stomach that kept rejecting food for almost a year. His mother brought him soup and herbal teas. His father suggested he sleep more. His primary care … Read more
Daniel Park did not call himself depressed. He called himself tired. The 29-year-old second-generation Korean-American software engineer in Seattle had been working through chronic neck pain, headaches, and a stomach that kept rejecting food for almost a year. His mother brought him soup and herbal teas. His father suggested he sleep more. His primary care … Read more
Priya Ramaswamy, a thirty-four-year-old graphic designer in Minneapolis, came home from a five-day inpatient stay with two pages of discharge paperwork and a recommendation that she enrol in either “the day hospital program at the medical centre” or “a PHP through her insurance network.” She spent most of an afternoon trying to figure out which … Read more