I continue trying to figure out how to be in this world as the freak that I am…

Dear Pastor, Thank you. Frankly my own personal drama is hardly what motivates me anymore. I’m in a highly privileged position with education — I was a social worker working with folks who are harmed in the ways that I now advocate for. I watched people lose everything and not infrequently die due to what is being called medical care. This is not hyperbolic. It’s fact. …

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Justice for those harmed by psychiatry…

We’ve gone to a local church twice for their Sunday service. It’s very close by and they vocally embrace and invite marginalized populations…ie: the homeless, victims of domestic violence, all people of color, and the LGBTQ communities. They also have a prison ministry etc etc. Totally into Social Justice, right? …

The biggest issue we face: #WorldMentalHealthDay

The biggest problem in mental health treatment is the idea that anybody need be treated at all. What people really need is a safe space to be who and what they are. Once people are in a safe place they simply need to be supported in trusting their own process. …

“How did this happen? You’re the most resourced person I know. “

“How did this happen? You’re the most resourced person I know. ” That was one of my friend’s response when they heard about what happened to me in December when I ended up in the ICU with the precipitous sodium drop (hyponatremia) that almost killed me.  It happened after I took a pharmaceutical for 3 days — the first pharmaceutical I’ve taken since I came off a massive cocktail of psych drugs 8 years ago. The above quoted question and sentence keeps coming back to me since, I too, have had my own version of that inquiry within.

Beyond withdrawal…

I see in retrospect that some core, vital part of me was always there during the drugged years, learning and remembering much that would help me in these years of coming off meds and now being med free. I no longer believe that I “lost” my life to drugs. This is, as Mary Oliver, puts it, my “one wild and precious life.”

Romanticizing mental illness (a straw man argument)

A favorite way to dismiss those of us who find transformative healing via what gets called “mental illness: they say we “romanticize” it… As though our process is a piece of cake and we know shit all about moving through such hell realms. They want to pretend that those of us who heal don’t exist. One more cruelty. One more negation on a path in which all of society spits on us the whole way through to wholeness…