Carrie Zeilstra

I gave my big sister a confused look, communicating without words that I had no idea what she was talking about. She sat across from me...

The starting gun sounded. I propelled myself out of the starting blocks. My legs worked to catch up with my body as I pushed forward. As...

“I’m not doing good,” I said to Matt as he settled into bed next to me. “I know,” he responded, pulling me close. “It feels like I just...

What if we treated mental health struggles like we do broken bones?

“Ouch!” I yelped, instinctively pulling my hand toward my chest. The knife I had been cleaning dropped into the sink. I was afraid to...