Discussion of news topics with a point of view, including narratives by individuals regarding their own experiences

I think I’m not alone when I describe last year as an absolute barren desert of creativity and joy. On a personal level, my graphic novel memoir pitch went nowhere, every comic I made felt like swimming against a riptide and I couldn’t even muster the desire to draw.

I hadn’t realized how much I had tied my self-worth, my understanding of who I was, up in my art. It didn’t feel dangerous while I was crafting my identity as an artist — I was happy to define myself that way. Making art was what I loved doing the most, what I loved most about myself. But when my creative spirit and joy dried up in the face of anxiety and depression, it was as close to an existential crisis as I’ve ever come. If I didn’t create any art, what was the meaning of my life?

This case might bring down Roe v. Wade. Here’s what could happen.

Advocates on both sides say it’s unprecedented

This medical student wanted to help her family in India. Now a 900-pound shipment of supplies is on its way.

Noor Shaik, 27, received so many donations that she had to temporarily move out of her dorm room

I created an emergency kit for when I’m feeling down. Here’s what’s in it.

On my worst days, I really need to be reminded of how much I am loved