When the path ahead is dark, how can we keep from stumbling? How do we make our way with courage and dignity?
Much Madness is Divinest Sense by Emily Dickinson Much Madness is divinest Sense — To a discerning Eye — Much Sense — the starkest Madness — ’Tis the Majority In this, as All, prevail — Assent — and you are sane — Demur — you’re straightway dangerous — And handled with a Chain —... Continue Reading →
Sylvia Plath was a human being. She lived and breathed, she feared, she loved, she picked daffodils. Skipping around in her unabridged journals this morning, I had that revelation. Why should it be a revelation? Because the mental health field has made her an ICON; something entirely separate from humanity. According to them, she IS... Continue Reading →