At My 31st Birthday Dinner, My Parents Slid A Disownment Letter Across The Table While My Sister Filmed. “From All Of Us,” Mom Said. I Folded The Papers, Thanked Them, And Walked Out—Because The Program For March 15 Was Already Printed.

are dangerously high, Giana. These panic attacks, the insomnia—your body is screaming for change. This kind of sustained stress is aging you from the inside.”

Three anxiety medications sat in my medicine cabinet. I’d started getting migraines during family dinners. My hands would shake when my phone showed Mom calling.

“You’re 31,” my therapist reminded continue reading …