Beautiful Boy is haunting me. I can’t stop thinking about the film after seeing it in the theater alone this past Saturday morning. While I never did crystal meth, I used to do several hardcore drugs and Beautiful Boy forced me to revisit those terrifying memories.
Cognitive behavioral therapy (CBT) combines talk therapy with a focus on thinking. Dialectical behavioral therapy (DBT) patients diagram their feelings.
I used to be rail thin. Skinny jeans and all. Ironically, since getting sober seven years ago, I’ve developed what might be mistaken for a beer gut. It’s not drastic, but I have definitely changed from a small to a medium shirt thanks to my potbelly. At 5’7”, I weigh 174 pounds, which is considered overweight by body-mass-index standards. It was a rude awakening when I recently had to check the box for “a little extra” on the dating site OK Cupid.
The opioid crisis is still a five-alarm fire, as I’ve said before, and it couldn’t be more palpable than in Florida, where over the last two decades “pain clinics” were popping up faster than Starbucks. The situation in Florida was so dire that one of the biggest manufacturers of OxyContin, Mallinckrodt, sent 500,000 pills to the state between 2008 and 2012 to keep up with demand, according to 60 Minutes. That’s enough Oxy to supply each and every citizen of Florida with 25 pills apiece.
Holiday music is like egg nog: They’re both great in small doses, but too much of either can make you sick. And when it comes to holiday tunes, a study shows that this is scientifically true.
Selena Gomez is the most followed Instagram artist in the world, with 144 million fans. But now she’s taking a break from social media because of what friends and family have called an “emotional breakdown.”
Ranting rapid-fire for nearly ten minutes without interruption from the president, West dropped F-bombs on live TV and praised Trump for giving him a proverbial “Superman cape.” At one point he called himself a “crazy MF.”
Ayahuasca is a plant known among shaman as the “vine of the dead,” and its adherents swear by its antidepressant, mind-expanding qualities.
I am a writer. I am a blogger. I am a music aficionado and a tennis player. I am a television producer. But I am NOT bipolar. I happen to have the bipolar condition.
The vernacular has been to say that he or she “committed” suicide. It is no longer acceptable to use the phrase that one has “committed suicide.”
