Last week, I lost my grandmother, who we called Nanny. It was a shock, but I haven’t been able to just stop and process the loss for more than a few moments at a time since I got the news. It was preceded by the news of the loss of a friend, a mere 24 ...

Here it comes to without a warning. It does not allow me time to fight it. It slowly consumes my thoughts and I find it hard to do anything. My brain begins to feel the doors closing in. I feel trapped and alone with the worrying. Then I begin to feel anxious and nervous at ...