This is no time to be humble.

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It started with a random post on Facebook that recommended standing in front of a mirror every morning and saying one thing you love about yourself. What I love about myself is something I never considered. I spent decades hating myself worse than anybody else. That feeling stemmed from a lifetime of appalling decisions I’ve made in my past. The fact that I learned from each mistake didn’t mean I wanted to go through those bad times.

The fact that I once believed everyone in my life hated me made it hard to…


Helping my daughter succeed where I have failed.

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My beautiful daughter, oh, where do I begin? She is magic and kindness and grace all rolled up into a cute smile and a button nose. She lights my life with the power of a thousand suns. My amazing 14-year-old girl has been through so much for such a tender age. She also has recently been diagnosed with bipolar disorder.

Victoria couldn’t wait to make her mark upon this world. She was born at 28–1/2 weeks when my water broke unexpectedly for reasons the doctors never figured out. She was originally given a slim chance of survival, but every day…


How does one process that kind of loss?

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If you’re like me, you’ve been walking around numb for a little over a year. I knew it wasn’t healthy. Having been through trauma before in my life, I didn’t know how bad it would be when the floodgates finally opened. The pandemic we’re still dealing with has shaken many of us to our core. It’s hard not to constantly live in fear of me or my family getting sick. Not knowing when we’ll be eligible for vaccines makes the panic feel worse.

But sadness and crying? No, none of that. I watched the numbers of people dying rise every…


I want closer relationships, but my illness doesn’t.

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It used to be easy to make friends when I was a kid. My good friend Jill from middle school likes to tell the story of my first day in sixth grade. I didn’t know a single soul at school, so Jill came up and said hi and asked me where I lived. When I told her, she said she lived in the same neighborhood.

“Wanna come over?” I asked. Jill says I boldly and bravely blurted the words out, but it’s hard for me to remember being that type of girl…


Why some people can’t let go.

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By the time I ended my marriage of seven years of hell, I was left with no furniture, no money, a traumatized bipolar brain, and a severe drug addiction. Everyone around me knew what I didn’t, that my husband was dangerous and manipulative and would likely be the death of me if I didn’t get away from him. My friends and family watched me repeatedly escape from him, only to go back a few short weeks later. Nobody could make sense of why, least of all me. …


It can be confusing sometimes.

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My 14-year-old daughter has lots of questions about love these days. Not about the birds and the bees though, since we’ve covered all that. The information that she wants to know now is slightly more complicated.

She often says she wishes she had somebody to love. It’s no longer good enough for her to just love me or her dad or our dog, Stella. She wants the real thing. She’s afraid any potential dates would think she was weird and that she’ll never find anybody to fall in love with her. There’s nothing wrong with my beautiful girl who I…


He deserved much better than being used.

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It was a bad idea, the kind that comes with certain desperation and selfishness. While I was in a manic phase of my bipolar disorder, it seemed like the only solution to my problem. I was barely aware that I was experiencing mania and thought it would be fine. Nobody would get hurt.

My husband had left me for another woman, and my self-esteem afterward was nonexistent. I’d been on a few dates since the divorce but ran like hell whenever anyone wanted to get close to me. I simply wasn’t ready, and I didn’t know if I would ever…


Will anyone hear them when they speak out?

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Claudia Conway, the daughter of Kellyanne and George, is trending at #1 on Twitter right now. She shouldn’t be trending as she is only fifteen years old, and now it seems that all the attention is going to make things worse in her life. She’s been subjected to abuse by her mother, and now she likely faces secondary abuse from the Twitter community.

Claudia started out on Tik-Tok several months back posting videos of being abused by her mom, who didn’t know the camera was rolling. I’ve watched Kellyanne Conway scream at her daughter, swear at her profusely, call her…


My unconventional journey to living my dream.

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I am a writer. It’s an uncomfortable sentence for me to say when I’m asked what I do for a living. Part of me still can’t believe it’s true, much less trying to convince other people. This is the career I’ve dreamed of having since I was eight years old. Believe me, I never imagined this would happen, especially not to me.

The truth is that I’m a high-school dropout. I only attended through eleventh grade, when my mother told me to turn in all my school books and get a job. It…


Finding compassion in the age of cancel culture

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In her book, “Captive,” Catherine Oxenberg tells the story of how she saved her daughter, India, from the NXIVM cult. Its leader was Keith Raniere, who lived in Clifton Park, New York, and ran a sex-trafficking cult where his followers participated and recruited other women to do the same. Keith brainwashed the women slowly, some of them just girls, until they were left with no sense of self anymore. They were totally devoted to him at the expense of their families and friends and the life they once knew.

Ms. Oxenberg wrote that it took India years to recover from…

Glenna Gill

My memoir, “When I Was Lost,” is available now. Stay in touch with me at www.glennagill.com

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