the musings of a mad woman

I am a mad woman — it’s a phenomenal and lovely journey. Madness is the real sanity on a planet full of people who don’t remember who and what we are. …


Developing unconditional friendship with yourself

I woke up in the middle of the night in meditation and contemplation, a bit horrified and humbled and also amazed with a sense of wondrousness at what I’ve been through in the last few days. About what I’ve discovered about myself and humanity in general, as my healing continues to unfold. I am wondrously human! Especially in my incapacity to have any control whatsoever over pretty much anything. It’s often both humbling and frightening. …


Surrender more. Seek less.

I’ve personally found that trying to change myself actually gets in the way of healing. I am (mostly) okay with acknowledging I am not in control. Sometimes life hands you a crisis where the only way out is coming to accept that reality. For me, what happened to me on psychiatric drugs was one of those situations. In that realization too, there is grace. With grace comes deep healing. …


no one source of truth or light (multiple musings)

I get information and data about the living whole in every moment of my mindful existence. Sometimes I utilize systems, ideologies, religions, metaphor and/or myth, poetry, art of all kinds and science too. All manner of creativity and human productivity are expressions of the collective whole and thus a source of information and greater connection. […]


Working with “parts” and “subpersonalities” as we come to consciousness and heal

Those of us whose nervous system have been destroyed by psych drugs and withdrawal from them often find ourselves simply splayed open. In essence, our unconscious is screaming at us because our nervous systems have been gravely injured. As we begin to heal we find ourselves diving more and more deeply into our psyches by necessity. This is about some of what we find. This is not unique to those of us who’ve come off psych drugs…it’s simply laid bare. All our human psyches are made like this. …


Sometimes things get weird

By Jen Peer Rich Sometimes our weirdest behaviors are actually the unspeakable expressions of grieving, healing and transformation happening inside. Energy always finds a way out. Waking up is full of recognitions that hurt. It’s sad to realize we’ve been victimized. It’s heartbreaking to realize we have been stretched into such painful dimensions by outside […]