“You’ve always been in the way,” my sister whispered, shoving me out of the chopper while my husband watched, silent and complicit for the $5M payout. Everyone thought I was dead. But when I pushed open the church doors during my funeral service, my husband went pale. I locked eyes with him and said…

accounts in the middle of the night. “The people who were biologically and legally mandated to protect you tried to erase you. Your brain is aggressively re-wiring its definition of safety.”

I suffered catastrophic night terrors. I would wake up screaming, clawing at the sheets, convinced I was still falling, the wind roaring in my ears. Dr. Rivera continue reading …