No More Tears: In Memory of Kathleen Fliller


As Gandhi said: “There are no goodbyes for us. Wherever you are, you will always be in my heart.”

My friend Kathleen Fliller ended her life last month, on November 23rd, 2021. I am here to share her story.

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Kathleen Fliller, 1963-2021

I met Kathleen in an online akathisia support group. We decided to exchange phone numbers because we were both seeking more personal support. We talked on the phone for hours and hours a day and our relationship grew rapidly. She shared with me that she had more going on than just akathisia from long-term psych medications and withdrawals. She also shared with me that coming off the medications had painfully helped her recognize the patterns in her life that kept repeating. How she was always looking to love and be loved unconditionally.

She recognized now how she had consistently, unintentionally recreated the same scenario over and over again of being hurt by expectations of love. The drug withdrawal and akathisia had increased this awareness and it hurt her deeply. As her symptoms increased, so did that need to be loved and people fell short because she truly was difficult to love. Like a child, she would cry and shout and yell and tell people what they didn’t want to hear. She would hold people accountable for their actions and their words.

It was a challenge and an honor to be friends with such a beautiful soul. Not many people want to touch the “dark sides” of themselves and the people around them. She would demand that I not “sugar coat” her suffering or my own. She forced me to see my own ugly side and even though it hurt like hell, the integrity and high principles she held our friendship to were rare and treasured.

We skipped the facades, fakery, and masks. It was difficult, and even though we had each other, it was lonely at the same time.

Some people wanted to blame Kathleen’s behavior on psychiatric diagnoses, and that only hurt more. No one is their diagnosis. These psychiatric diagnoses are simply used for coding and billing for insurance purposes. They should never be used as an excuse to love someone less or treat them with disrespect.

We are all broken and we all want to be loved. In my opinion, it’s those people that are the most difficult to love that are here to teach and change the world!

Kathleen had written a 49-page chronicle of her struggles, which she asked me to share with the people she was trying to love: her family, her friends, past co-workers and some of her medical and legal providers. She also asked me to share her story with Mad In America to be published in hopes that it might help others not feel so alone. The following is excerpted from that document.

I loved Kathleen. All of her unlovable parts that were messy and ugly and difficult to love made her more real to me. She will be thoroughly missed. I am so sorry that our society has set up so many broken systems that hurt my friend and anyone that loved her.

“A society is only as healthy as its ideas are humane.” ~ Kurt Vonnegut 


This is goodbye. I am dead.

I died due to a horrific, debilitating and devastating neurological injury from prescription drugs. It was drug-induced (iatrogenic) chemical brain damage. This was due to an extremely severe case of cold-turkey withdrawal from SSRI antidepressants and benzodiazepines.

After the cold turkey, the doctors kept on prescribing antipsychotics, antidepressants, mood stabilizers, additional benzos. These additional drugs never worked and they destroyed my already compromised brain and central nervous system. I was continually cold turkey’d off of these meds. The symptoms got severe after I was last kindled off of Xanax in April 2021.

Eight days of hell in an abusive detox facility, scared out of my mind. On phenobarbital, Seroquel, Elavil. I never slept. My body felt horrendous. I took the drugs because I thought they would help me. I had no idea my system was being more and more destroyed. I came out of there in even worse shape, if that was possible. I was traumatized even more. My body was falling apart and I had no idea why.

Akathisia was the worst symptom of all. This is not just about pacing (I walked many, many thousands of miles), there is also the internal part of akathisia. The terror and fear where the nervous system has completely gone haywire. It kept me awake at night.

All the nights when I could manage to lie down for a few minutes, I couldn’t lie flat, left or right. These positions made the uncomfortableness, which I cannot even describe, more severe. It made the vibrations in my body, in my legs, more severe. I’m trying the best I can to explain it and I’ve said it many times to my family but they just thought I was crazy. I felt like I wanted to tear my skin off. I got on the floor begging for help, hugging the walls, clawing at furniture, crying out to people to get the monster out of me. It’s like being utterly possessed.

I was on these drugs for 27 years. I went on these drugs because I could not sleep for many years and the psychiatrist prescribed them to me. I was desperate for relief. It felt so good to sleep when I first took the drugs. And they just kept refilling it for all those years. Upping the dose each time a traumatic event happened in my life. I never questioned the doctors. I have lived my life extremely naively. Why did they not suggest short-term usage? Why not find out the root of the issue instead of giving me the quick fix? I hated myself for trusting.


About two years ago I was crying a lot and I was coming unglued. At the recommendation of my psychologist I went to her recommended psychiatrist. I wanted to work on my severe lifelong trauma, C-PTSD, and thought that coming off the medications would be a good opportunity to do that. The psychiatrist said I could get off of these drugs easily. She said I could cut the pills in half and have no problem getting off. She slapped her hands together like lickety-split. I trusted her. I was off the drugs in a few months. Then the torture began.

The severity started in August 2020, when I suddenly stopped sleeping and started to have uncontrollable anxiety and panic. I was in withdrawal. But nobody told me about that as it was happening. I just kept going from doctor to doctor and getting more and more meds, but nobody told me what was actually happening. I had to do my own research. I was tired of being put in psych hospitals, having 5150s called, talking to arrogant doctors who just wanted to keep feeding me more and more meds that were actually destroying my body more and more.

And the meds were not even working! Everything was going paradoxical, the opposite of what it should’ve been doing. I had no idea why. I was getting worse by the day and I had to figure out what the heck was going on. I did figure out what the heck was going on, finally.

However, my family, my so-called friends, the many doctors, still didnt believe me.

But there is tons of information out there about what I was going through. So many personal accounts of the suffering and the invalidation and dismissal! I shared articles with my father, my sisters and my therapist, psychiatrists, and numerous friends. They didn’t take it seriously. I literally begged them to read it. They wanted to come up with their own diagnosis to suit their own inhumane narrative.

I was met with disgust, intolerance, humiliation, dismissal, abandonment, cruel words. I couldn’t make this stuff up if I tried. I know you will either believe me or you’ll just go into that hole of dismissal because you don’t have time for this. That’s what so sick about the human race. Unless you’re famous or you have a family that truly loves you, you are disposable. I was disposed of! I was a lab rat.


I had started to break down several years ago due to a trauma I couldn’t get over, being fired from a company I had created. Over my life, I started several companies. And I lost them all! I was so insecure, I always had to take on partners after I built my companies. I was naive and never protected myself. Really it was all about my childhood trauma. I had to keep creating chaos, because that’s all I knew based on the family dynamic I grew up in. I was still re-creating my family. But I didn’t know that at the time. I only know that now.

These companies were all in the entertainment realm. First it was in the music industry and then I got into the motion picture advertising industry. Music was my passion and my true love. But I couldn’t stay stable in the music industry. I changed jobs every 9 to 12 months. I wanted them to respect me, and I never felt like I was respected. I couldn’t handle abusive people and I was constantly surrounded by abusive people. I was in an abusive industry and I didn’t have the backbone to fight it.

I was just a scared child, just like I am now. I wanted them to love me.

All they could see is: this girl is making us a lot of money and she’s incredibly passionate and we’re going to take advantage of her and we’re going to use her and abuse her and get what we want! And sometimes people disposed of me which was very painful. And it kept happening. I worked my butt off in the music industry, working many, many hours and making the people that employed me a lot of money. I was the perfect employee because I just wanted people to love me and respect me. I ended up with nothing. I gave and gave and gave and gave until I was exhausted and I got nothing in return.

Just reliving this is such a big blow to me. I have been in denial of all that pain. My whole life was always about getting love. And yet I couldn’t love myself, so I kept going after the same kind of horrific so-called love based on that hellish household I grew up in.

My family, even though they gave me nothing and never validated me, told me that I was always unhappy in the music business so I should just get out. So I listened to them because I wanted them to love me, and I got out. And you know what? I sat on my couch for over nine months at 34 years old and for the life of me I could not get another job. I was humiliated and belittled by my father and my sisters and I was all alone.

I never felt like I could do life on my own. I hid behind work. My father instilled that in me when I was about 6-7 years old. That’s all he could ever talk about, getting a job and paying for yourself. My insecurity started at such a young age. My father had me working from age 11. And I could never work hard enough or long enough hours to make this man happy. I was always a failure in his eyes.

I have paid for everything, including my college education. My dad would say work harder work harder and I was trying to get his love all my life and I would work 18 hours a day or sometimes days in a row straight and it still wasn’t good enough to win his love. This man never gave me a dime and yet I worked so hard to prove myself to him just to get his love and acceptance.

My whole life I felt so unworthy.

Having a personal life and a romantic life was so uncomfortable for me. I felt like I would be found out! Everyone would see how unworthy I was. So I just kept running, living in denial. I just kept running into brick walls. Little did I know this was my childhood trauma reenacting itself over and over and over again. I set myself up for abandonment. It’s all my brain knew. It was a pattern that would keep repeating itself until my death.

It’s such a tragedy that I couldn’t figure this out until the very end of my life, and I couldn’t repair it because of this drug-induced chemical damage.


As I endured this torture that was not seen or validated, I felt like a prisoner, being laughed at by friends, family, medical professionals. The cruelty in itself was torturous. So many months in so much pain. The unbearable loneliness and isolation. Being invalidated and dismissed at every turn. Being awake 24/7, crying uncontrollably every day and night, calling out to God, peeing every 10 minutes, not being able to read, watch TV, listen to music. Too much stimulation and complete overwhelm.

I turned into a child.

I felt myself disintegrating from an adult into a child. I kept telling my family this. They looked at me in disgust. They told me I was indeed sleeping. Every step of the way my family thought they knew me better than I knew myself. I have never, ever told anybody what they’re thinking or feeling in my entire life.

If you saw my text messages throughout the night and saw me walking around in horror, you would know I DID NOT SLEEP. My brain was in a constant state of fight or flight. My brain was stuck in fifth gear! It just couldn’t relax. My legs were constantly vibrating and a constant state of terror consumed me.

My brain wanted me to keep running. And trust me I ran many times. But I was running from the illness, but the illness was with me, and I could not escape it. This horror of just being with myself, in my own pain 24/7. Nothing to do. So incredibly sleep deprived. No distractions. This was torture!

Having severe withdrawals and akathisia as excruciating as mine is absolutely no way to live.

I have begged for death every day for months on end. I tried many times. But I couldn’t do it myself.

I have been in excruciating pain and there’s no way to prove it to anyone, as there is no way of measuring it. It is invisible. It is the unseen cancer.

In his book Medication Madness, Dr. Peter Breggin discusses akathisia under the title A Painful Dance of Death.” He describes akathisia as a drug-induced neurological disorder that is known to drive people to suicide and violence, and to madness.” He notes that Patients suffering from akathisia often use electrical metaphors or descriptions such as electricity going through my veins’ or shocks in my head.’ Words like excruciating, torture, and indescribable are commonly used. Patients often say they would rather die than live with akathisia . . . these individuals seem to be describing physical phenomena, as if they are being tortured from the inside out.”

It is neurological and yet it is unmeasurable neurological damage.

They can’t see the brain or the nervous system and what the drugs have done. They can only bear witness to it, and it is very subjective to each person going through it. Of course depression and anxiety are a part of that and there are so many other devastating symptoms. Sometimes people are damaged for six months, sometimes a year, sometimes for many years, sometimes decades.

There’s no way of knowing. Some people are damaged permanently.

Every time I had a phone call with my family they said we dont wanna hear it anymore. My father would go on an hour-long tirade telling me I just needed a psychologist, I was mentally ill, that I had a personality disorder and I was depressed.

In the beginning, my father seemed like he believed me about drug withdrawal and akathisia, but then it was too complicated, taking too long, and infringed on his livelihood. That is when my nightmare got much, much worse. He turned every person against me. He said I just wanted pity, and so did my sisters.

The last thing I wanted was pity! I wanted to live! I kept saying, I do want to get better. But I couldn’t handle their unreasonable expectations of how they thought I could heal. I was so incapacitated. I was barely surviving. My body and mind were in a constant state of fight or flight. My body did not know how to relax and shut down. My brain and my heart never got tired even though my legs would be killing me from pacing so much. I kept saying I’ve never been like this before in my life.

I did not want their pity, I was in pain. I could not keep it in. I needed somebody to tell me that I could survive this, and they would love me no matter what. I couldn’t do this on my own.

I kept telling people that I had a stroke 7 yrs ago and meningitis encephalitis at 15 years old. My brain was compromised. My father said, “The doctors said that those two other brain injuries had nothing to do with what you are going through.” How the heck were they supposed to know that?

Family, therapists, many doctors, thought it was all mental. People are going to believe you or they’re not. And most people do not believe you because it would take too much time to figure out how to repair you and that’s not worth it to them. That would take away from their lives and their fun. I could not meet their expectations. I could not get up and go hiking, go participate in dinner, mingle with the crowd.

Your expectations were too much for my body to endure.

In the end, as far as I know there is no quick cure.

The cure is time. The cure is patience. The cure is understanding and compassion. That’s what makes this disease so difficult. It takes lots of time for the brain and nervous system to repair itself. Sometimes it does not repair.

I needed a compassionate soul to reach their arms out and hug me and say I love you, I’m here for you.

I needed someone to tell me they were there. Tell me I was going to make it without telling me that I was a welfare case, a hag, that I will end up with nothing if I don’t get better.


Up all night. Intense terror usually hit at 3am when the cortisol/adrenaline rush hits due to withdrawal symptoms. My brain and nervous system were going haywire and my family would just walk past me in disgust. Excruciating pain. No sleep for days. Screaming and crying at night. Pacing. Talking loudly, begging for relief. Begging for mercy.

My father, the man that goes to church several times a week, has all these religious books, tells me to read them and I will get better from this drug-induced nightmare. He left those books around his house like an Easter egg hunt for me to find them. When I did not find them as I was crying out in pain, he humiliated and belittled me. Trust me, I saw those books and do you really think I was going to pick them up?

I lost all faith in God.

What God will torture somebody like this? My father said to do the rosary and I will heal. He would constantly tell me I have no idea who God is and invalidate me because he has always been the only person who was ever right.

My sister threatened, repeatedly, to put me in a group home. Adding to my terror. Because I was not getting better. Because her letting me stay in her home did not fix my brain instantly. You think a brain can heal in a few weeks? A few months? I couldn’t appreciate the beauty of her home and I was punished for that. This sickness makes you very depersonalized, derealized, it instills anhedonia, makes you agoraphobic. You don’t feel like you’re part of earth. You can’t appreciate anything no matter how beautiful it is. You can’t see it. I describe this as a fragmentation of the mind. Nothing connects.

My family used to call me a drug addict when I was taking Paxil. And when I got so sick, all they wanted me to do was get on more drugs. And when those drugs didn’t work, they thought I was lying.

They had no idea what those additional drugs did to me and the torture that I endured. I became super sensitive to all medications. My body was overly sensitized. My nervous system couldn’t handle it. Every drug went paradoxical including all supplements. My body was even more on fire and more agitated which did not seem possible. I was screaming, crying, on the floor, calling people in the middle of the night, begging for death. It was like taking 1000 cups of coffee and every upper at the same time.

I dont know how I survived those days and nights. On one of my last emergency room visits, I actually asked for morphine. They wouldnt give me anything for the sleep deprivation. I hadnt slept in 18 days I think at that point. So I asked for morphine. I ended up having a severe reaction! My body was shaking so severely, it looked like I was possessed. It was indescribable.

I think I was in shock as I sat on my dad’s patio. His wife did not want me there at all. I was exiled to the patio and they just went about their business, sitting there looking at the TV screen as though I did not exist. I waited it out alone. Seizing and violently shaking. I was left alone having seizures in my head for hours with no comfort or concern. Just disgust.

Another thing that happened during this withdrawal is my language skills got messed up. It’s called language aphasia and it happens when I don’t sleep for weeks. I was talking one day to my dad and to a friend and I honestly couldn’t get any words out and it sounded like I was having a stroke. The words just kept repeating themselves and I couldn’t get the next word out. Another bizarre symptom. This happened several more times during my severe sleep deprivation.

I went to the emergency room and they diagnosed me with akathisia. A neurologist and a doctor both said this is what I had. They diagnosed me after many tests. My dad thinks that I told the doctors that I had akathisia. He thinks I had the symptoms because I read up on them and then I took them on. But I had these symptoms even before I read about them. If anybody ever finds my journals, which I’m sure have been burned or disposed of by now, you will see I was writing about the symptoms for many months before I even knew what I was suffering from. I was trying to figure it out.


My youngest sister called a few months ago saying dad says you’re doing great and it’s so good to hear you’re doing better. I was floored. I honestly couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I’m literally falling apart, I have not slept in weeks, my physical being has deteriorated greatly. I’m completely isolated and alone, in and out of emergency rooms and hospitals and he tells her I am doing great? I am tearing at my skin, talking to myself, acting like a child, afraid of all people, overstimulated and overwhelmed, unable to watch TV, read a book, work on a computer, listen to music, watch YouTube videos, do a crossword puzzle. I’m afraid each second of every day. And my father says I’m doing great.

I went to the wrong people for help.

I was estranged from my family most of my adult life but when I got so sick, I was so desperate, I reached out to them. Mind you, I had had a stroke and never asked for help. I had meningitis encephalitis at age 15 and I received no help. I was put on a couch in my dad’s girlfriend’s house while I was paralyzed. Just keep your mouth shut and let them live. But this time, this drug withdrawal, it was something I could never have even imagined. Ive never, ever been this sick in my life. This sickness caused me to take my own life.

If you know this disease, you are the only ones who can understand. I was told I needed to be an adult. Not to cry. If you have this disease you know thats impossible. If you read the literature it says it over and over and over. Men cry, women cry. Youre in such pain, you cry, you scream out, you beg God to save you. I kept asking for a miracle. I was eventually thrown out of my father’s house because I could not be silent and I could not act like an adult.

I have no idea why the neurological damage does this and neither does the so-called medical community. I have read articles that said they don’t have data because there’s no money in it. Most likely they do know but they make more money and live a good life leaving the collateral damage behind. It is a sick world. There have been many of us that have gone before me, and there will be many that will come after me. We did die in vain, unfortunately. And it will never change. I was one of the unfortunate ones.


My last therapist said I was too complex and complicated and she also thought I was making up the adverse drug withdrawal symptoms and the sleep deprivation. Why could I not be believed? I will never know. My therapist said the brain is a powerful thing and I created it. I had no idea I was extremely sensitive to the drugs, that’s why I kept taking them. I didn’t know.

I was so sick. I was so sick. How do you watch somebody who is figuratively on fire and drowning in front of your eyes? I was deteriorating and they saw it but I was just too uncomfortable for them. There was no hospital that could fix me. Trust me, I went to many of them. They could not help. There is no help for this illness. It just takes time.

People suffering like this need kindness, compassion, sacrifice. They need understanding and support, tolerance and patience.

It’s a lot. The hospitals can’t help you so you need your family or friends to help you. That didn’t happen for me. Providing a roof over my head does not heal neurological damage. I needed help finding doctors, I needed help paying the bills, I needed help just getting on with life because I was so incapacitated. They forced me to do things that I could not do.

The psych hospitals were so traumatizing. The 5150s, having the cops show up at my door, handcuffs, treating me like a criminal, putting me on a stretcher while all the neighbors watched, it was soul crushing. This happened twice.

Once I went to the emergency room on my own because I was so anxious and sleep deprived due to the withdrawal and lack of sleep. I thought I was doing a good thing. They put me into a psych hospital for three days and forced medication. They lied about me and said I was suicidal. I had never mentioned suicide. I was just trying to sleep and get rid of the agitation.

I hate the psych hospitals and emergency rooms because they come up with their own narrative to make themselves look good. Not taking into account what’s happening with the person who went there for help. I went there for help, not to be abused and humiliated and lied to. But it is your word against theirs. It is on your record and there’s no going back. You are now a psych patient forever and ever. I do advise anybody to stay out of any psych wards or emergency rooms if possible, if you have any kind of psychological problems. You will be traumatized and abused and it will affect you for the rest of your life. It’s something you will never get over.


I tried to get people to read the articles I found about psych drug withdrawal and akathisia. Some said they read it and others said they didn’t want to read it. Some read it and it was completely dismissed. My therapist said she read it and she ended up calling me a liar. I know this because I got her paperwork to find out what her diagnosis was of me. I thought she was on my side. She was never on my side.

This was my life. I needed your help, I needed your understanding, I needed your compassion.

Every day my symptoms kept getting worse and worse. I became overstimulated and overwhelmed by every little thing. Panic was everywhere. I started to talk to myself out loud in grocery stores as I could not handle being around people and keeping everything straight when I was so messed up.

I didn’t want to live this way for much longer. I couldn’t meet the expectations of my family. I needed help. I needed comfort. I needed kind words. I know that it was devastating to watch me but I was the one who was suffering. Not you. I’m sorry I made you all so uncomfortable but imagine how uncomfortable I was.

I’m not saying all drugs are bad. I would never say that. I just happened to be one of the unfortunate ones and I needed some help along the way to make it through. I didn’t know how long it would take my brain to heal or if it ever would. There was no way of knowing. There’s no test for that. But I didn’t have time on my side.

I’m not saying this is going to happen to everybody but it happened to me. I lost my life because of it. I could not take it any longer. I want dignity and I am tired of suffering. At 58 years old, I could never recover from this.

~ Kathleen Fliller


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  1. human in pain caused by psychiatry could find no relief or mercy in life, and psychiatry will of course take no responsiblity

    the horror!

    one wants there to be an afterlife for this person

    “I hate the psych hospitals and emergency rooms because they come up with their own narrative to make themselves look good.”

    This article is so upsetting but thank you, author, for writing it. And thank you, Mad in America, for publishing it.

    What awful shape the world is in. I don’t understand except for the usual suspects (greed, corruption, etc) why the mainstream media continues to ignore the full story of psychiatry.

    Psychiatry is a death sentence used for torture and profit, and to feed egos. It’s worse than religion.

    nothing nothing nothing is worth the hell of america

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    • I agree, it’s horror and disgusting that the mainstream media can continue to ignore the full story of psychiatry. I call it “legal abuse”… and it continues to be swept under the rug. So unacceptable the way some human beings are treated by society.

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      • I can identify with Kathleen. If you start out with a family that is unable to love you how can you learn to give and receive love? It’s like you are desperately searching for something you’ve never experienced. Something in me just does not know how to connect. The rejection and abandonment-even hatred from those who were supposed to care for you causes a sense within that some thing is very wrong -but everyone tells you it is you. My father ,a doctor, my mother a trained nurse(and an alcoholic)- with 5 children they didn’t want to have and I was the scapegoat. When I tried to end my life as a teenager(16) they committed me to a mental hospital-and the sadistic psychiatrist immediately started me on Thorazine. I begged them to stop -my face was contorting-all kinds of indescribable symptoms-my body a prison-now I LOOKED crazy.I thought I was being punished for being the BAD person I had always been told I was. But they just started tying me down and forcibly injecting it into my veins. My doctor father said (very matter of factly) that I would probably be locked up for the rest of my life. I took a lightbulb-smashed it and cut my wrists trying to be free-this was only more grounds for them to keep me there. My father said I was in the hands of the “experts”. They had me classified as gravely disabled and put on SSI so they-my parents- although becoming increasingly wealthy, would not have to be burdened financially by my existence. The mental”health’ system-profiting from and continuing and perpetuating the the suffering of those trapped within it. I spent the next 18 years of my life trying to escape it-continually being sent back-I wandered into a religious cult to be exploited(working 18 hour days for no pay) -trying to find a place to belong. Sometimes after a breakdown and hospitalization-living in an apartment alone on an SSI check-trying to recover not welcome or wanted anywhere.
        Perhaps- in order to get well-a sensitive soul needs compassion and love. Instead of injections/being locked up/isolated/ridiculed/abused-and a psychiatric label placed upon them-( their identity)-perhaps they need the loving guidance they never received as a child -the opportunity to develop their own gifts, to have a sense of the wonder of life. To learn how to give and receive love. To be able to feel like they belong, that their life has value ,that they have something to contribute. To have nourishing food(a healthy microbiome),sunshine, fresh air, exercise-instead of drugs and processed garbage food that ravages the body, hospital wards with 24 hour artificial light that suppresses melatonin, crammed in with other tortured souls for the crime of having a life that expresses the truth-there IS something VERY WRONG. Today I woke up to my 66th birthday. I have never been able to escape this hell. I was thinking of assisted suicide. The world is a stage-it seems to be an ocean of lies. I feel the ability to bond with others was not developed in my formative years and the resulting hellish experiences with the system and life in this culture has prevented developing it. I believe the ability to bond and love is dormant- I always hoped I would find help-in a person, a group or circumstance where there could be healing that all my efforts to be healthy and giving would lead me to connect and heal someday .But all the years of being shunned by my “family”, of attracting abusers in my desperation to escape my isolation and experience of total abandonment, of trauma induced breaks and repeated hospitalizations -being drugged and detained against my will. Of trying to start over , but just getting more damaged along the way. I stayed away from drugs/alcohol-pursued health/God/nature-but my damage led me to be trapped in binging and purging of(even “healthy’) food to try to cope with the horrible isolation and abandonment i felt /the traumatic memories that I could not escape or express.(The brain images of bulimics/binge eaters look worse than cocaine addicts.) When I tried to express my experience-no one could relate-they would reject me /refer me to some mental “health” expert -for a time slot with a big fee and no help-or even worse-further damage. My experience still being I have no where to go in this world-no one knows or cares. There is no welcome in anyone’s eyes. My attempts to give love seem to be a joke-the isolation and abuse have built up such walls of defense around my heart I just can’t seem to break through.

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        • Dear LookingUp,
          I hear you, I believe you and I am sorry that this fucked system hurt you. That your family didn’t give you the love you deserved and they also fell for the bullshit medical/mental health establishment to your detriment.

          I can see how you relate so much to Kathleen’s story. So sad that the very people we should expect to love and care for us, our family, our doctors, and our society… only harm the vulnerable.

          I too can relate on a personal level to Kathleen’s story and after spending so much time talking to her, and both of us sharing our pain and how we have been damaged by the medications and the systems. Sometimes we both had to just come to the conclusion that there are no more words, the damage is done.

          Thank you for sharing your story. It means a lot to me and I am honored to be able to reach out and respond to you. I want you to know that you have been heard and I believe you and I am angry and I know you deserve so much more.

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    There are two videos online by a person going through intense antipsychotic withdrawal. I was futher into my withdrawal so after seeing video one I lavished the person with my support. I spoke of how withdrawal is a mental maelstom as well as physical and how a large part of getting through the storm is understanding that you are your own worst enemy if you think you can believe your mind whilst it is in its hellish bad trip. Withdrawal is a nightmare. Like any nightmare it is a mental hall of mirrors that distorts the very thinking that you need to bolster you.
    Withdrawal requires a ton of almost pathological optimism of the sort fire walkers who stroll confidently over hot coals employ. If you stop for one moment and look down you will succumb to the tricks of the maelstom that flood your brain with heightened states of neuro anxiety. In short, the anxiety is sort of NOT yours, it is of no meaning, it comes from revolting seizures of hormones and other neurochemical surges. I have a friend with a congenital heart problem that causes her life endangering tachycardia. She needs an ambulance and an injection to reboot her heart back to normal each time, but as she lies in the emergency room they give an injection of something that acts on her heart in a shocking way. It causes an immediate panic stricken profound sense of doom. The doctors warn her of it before the needle. Happens every time.
    Withdrawal also causes a profound sense of doom, again and again and again, daily, hourly, monthly. It feels utterly catastrophic and believable. Just like my friends tachycardia treatment.
    Now if my friend had not been told what to expect from that life saving treatment, and if she had been at home baking a cake or reading a book or phoning someone and Baaaam!!!! that awful sensation of impending disaster struck, she would believe it was her emotions causing the doom rather than her body chaos. She could think it was people being mean to her, or that her childhood was appalling, or her therapy had not worked and left her a hopeless case. She might get angry at all these in a way that whilst having that heart needle doom or indeed withdrawing from antipsychotics might not be such a good time for intense family negotiations.
    To sail through withdrawal requires leaning into the madness of it by tricking your already tricked brain that no no no you are actually doing ok. You walk over the crunching hot embers of unbearable startle states with cool, calm, leadership.
    Another analogy is birth. Labour pains frequently cause mom’s to want to put the baby back where it came from. Labour can cause utter terror, utter panic, utter outrage, utter despair. All of that cannot be allowed to spiral out of control to the extent the mom is trashing herself off walls. Calm is the ghastly narrow pass through which progress comes.
    Seeing a baby bump is very physical, a reminder that something physical is going on. If the bump were not there and no baby neither, and utter terror and utter panic and utter outrage and utter despair were overwhelming it would be easy to believe that those awful hormonal withdrawal explosions, that were derailing the very brain needed to understand them, were explosions coming from one’s psyche. And even if there is a modicum of awareness that withdrawals are vaguely upsetting there is a tendency to still think that the lion’s share of abysmal frenzy is coming from your feelings.
    What can then make things worse is that you can whip up your own bodily surges and seizires by encouraging yourself to catastrophize about your feelings at that moment. This makes the fraught brain generate yet more flight or fight hormones which you cannot escape by thinking about what happened to you age nine or so, not at that moment. Not when like my heart failure friend a dose of doom is skooshing through your circulation.
    So rather than get deep into past hurt whilst withdrawing it is best to go a bit mad and convince yourself your childhood was hunkey dorey A-okay. You have to try to trick your mind by a process of hypnosis just like mom’s in labour do.

    Which is why the vogue for seeing everything that goes wrong in life through a trauma lens wont help necessary things needed to endure withdrawal, things like resilience, calm, confidence. Things someone in labour needs. Withdawal is a long long long long long long long long long long long labour.
    If you were to instil calm and confidence in a withdrawer by regarding their bodily anguish as like a perpetual six month labour, how would you give them that necessary calm?

    I have to say the father’s offers of articles of faith to grip on to may not have been so reprehensible or scurrilous seen in this light. When a mom is in labour nobody sends round a therapist. They bring tokens of affection like cards and gifts in recognition there is nothing they can do to stop the effects of labour agony nor stop catastrophe generating withdrawal symptoms.

    Withdrawal may cause a wish for peace in ending life. But another demon can plague withdrawal.


    The disruption to hormones like adrenalin and cortisol give spikes of rage. Like its doomy counterpart the seizure of rage takes remarkable self-awareness to see that rage as a hormonal lie. It is not actually your rage. It is a bad trip kind of rage. But the irony is that when you gain self-awareness of the turmoil not being you, you then have to perform the feat of feigning disinterest in yourself, as if you are stupid. Withdrawal requires pinpoint intuition about the mind tricks going on, tricks caused by a whelter of hormones lighting up the entire nervous system and rendering the brain unreliable in its ability to pin point anything real. Yet withdrawal requires you NOT catastrophizing about how withdrawl is causing you uncontrollable surges of rage, or doom. And to NOT catastrophize when your whole body says there is a huge labour of a catastrophe, needs you to go a bovine as phlegmatic and nonchalant as a french fries eating mom in a labour suite.

    There is way too much trauma trauma trauma as being the go to place. There needs to be its balance, in adopting a blitz cheerful resilience.

    Most suicides are accidents. The person does not want to die. They want to start to live. They feel they lack the ability to live. Many suicides are impulses gone disastrously wrong. Many suicides are from feeling stuck. Many suicides are anger gone implosive rather than explosive. Being helped to become effective at anger is healing. This does not mean destroying a shopping mall in a breaking news extravaganza. Effective anger is self-protective in a quiet Clint Eastwood way. Using lots ands lots of words words words to express anger is rarely effective.

    Akathesia in my withdrawal was just restless leg syndrome. Knowing it was JUST that calmed me down and helped me endure it.

    I think the panic in withdrawal can make a person zone in on one dysfunction to the exclusion of every other symptom. If you jot down every other symptom this gives more clues that your whole body is fucked. Understanding that can hush the wee scared voice inside that when hit with profound doom shrieks. It is important to hush such disaster mentality as if you are climbing a cliff with only your optimism for a harness.

    The ramping up of media fear in regards to akathesia is not helpful to people needing to stay calm and get off the garbage they have been prescribed.

    If you thought the art of quitting cigarettes was going to have BIG SCARY ANGUISH throughout it for months you would not be able to bluff your way serene.

    This is why I tell people that before you quit meds you may have akathesia as a meds side effect, but after quitting you get a different sort of physical agitation that is not akathesia at all but is restless leg syndrome due to a frenzied nervous system. And thr restless leg syndrom is then ADDED to by seething unbearable episodes of cortisol nightmare. These combine to give people a mistaken belief it is akathesia. The good thing about it NOT being akathesia is that quitting meds ceases akathesia, and the restless leg syndrome which admittedly can be severe and cause severe insomnia for a few months, DOES settle. This knowledge is optimistic and helpful and incentivizing. That things CAN get better through time. Employing the placebo effect by doing self hypnosis about the restless leg syndrome to stay calm helps enormously.

    Trauma may have put this woman on bad treatment. I cannot comment on her as I do not know her. Trying to come off meds IS traumatic. But to get through it involves more than a trauma focussed way of understanding the withdrawal nightmare.

    The second video showed the person six months later. They had completed their withdrswal.

    My schizophrenia is real and coming off meds has not altered it. Whether on meds or off meds the underlying illness is there. I had schizophrenia before I had meds. It is my medical condition sadly. But I am pleased when anyone frees themselves from any impostion or definition that is umwarranted.

    Today my schizophrenia said this…
    (He is taking advantage of you)

    I heard that phrase clearly this morning, for the third morning. I want to say to whomever would do such a thing this….unless you are willing to love everyone equally, even those you do not agree with, then what you are doing is not of love, it is of scheming, it is of the shame based need to be….



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    • I agree, no one should get bad treatment. I also agree that unless we are willing to love everyone equally, even those that we do not agree with, then what we are doing is not of love. I feel that psychiatry has not shown much love and compassion to its customers. Let’s face it, any psych patient is merely a customer and the customer service sucks when it comes to psychiatry.

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    • I appreciated your response and perspective. One of your points stuck out for me.. you cant get out of terror by being terrified of it – but it brought up a dissonance: how can you not be terrified when you feel like you’ve been set on fire, living in permanent fight or flight mode? i imagine this perspective could be challenging to person who is living that reality.

      It would be lacking compassion to expect everyone to be able to achieve god-like meditative abilities through extreme panic and pain; to be able to set aside trauma for later as twisted images of your worst memories flash before your eyes, confirming all your worst fears and insecurities. The severity of the symptoms seem to vary widely, and not everyone has had exposure to methods like this. It would be the worst time to learn mindfulness or self hypnosis, sitting with your eyes closed in the middle of a burning room, waiting for the ceiling to cave in on your head.

      However.. I really appreciated your analogies about the heart medication and birth. So much of life seems to boil down to pain coping, and some if its greatest gifts come out of the ability to touch on the indestructible essence of your being through that pain.

      Your concept is a beautiful one that I would wish for anyone who is suffering, and it poses the potential for a therapeutic model that could actually help someone get through a terrifying level of pain and torture and discover their quiet strength that endures despite. I agree that it would not be a good time to start unpacking traumas and trying to change family structures, and that coping with the present would have to be the priority and primary lens.

      It is not until the gravity of this situation is acknowledged and someone important has consequences severe enough to warrant concern, that these structures can be changed. There are no effective treatments as long as there is no acknowledgement of the severity of the issue. I cannot imagine living through this, experiencing constant disbelief and disregard for my extreme suffering.. The healing starts with validation and acknowledgment- these voices on a megaphone, rage channeled at the broken system instead of self. I don’t think it would cause mass hysteria for these serious withdrawal risks and side-effects to be known and openly talked about. The cycle ends with INFORMED consent and safer practices if these drugs are going to be used.

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      • I am glad it was of use to you. Thank you. We all have ingredients to sprinkle in the communal pot.

        I feel withdrawal is like those programs where an ex green beret dangles off a sheer drop with a terrified clinging screaming stuck tourist losing their fingernail grip. When that emergency occurred to me I needed a total bastard to shout at me and tell me to keep holding on.

        Boot camp detox. Heroin addicts know all about how every excuse to avoid the pain is an excuse the Grim Reaper uses to offer you a comfy cushion of oblivion.

        I had to be hard on myself. I had to be my own tyrant to smack me off the pill bottle.

        My.observation is that those who succeed find a way of bending their self-destructive tendencies into a new shape, like the way an airline passenger caught in turbulance can bend a coat hanger into a handy engine sling to stop it falling off, or a wing flap hook. I bent the self-hatred or self-harm voice into harming the wimpish voice within that says… “I can’t quit the drugs”.
        I used my self-loathing as my life saver.
        The difficulty I see with the vogue in trauma-focused care is it is too gentle to do boot camp stuff when it could save your life to do so. There are millions and millions of people stuck on drugs that I believe are over prescribed. Those people need alertness. Trauma care is essential at times. But I suppose its like anything in life, it can be engulfing.
        It is not easy to know when someone is getting morbidly theripped (as in having too much therapy) or not enough (since the anguish in both these looks the same).

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    • Thanks for the clear, ordered explanation of struggle. My struggle is different. Not so obvious. It is the abandonment of myself in isolation, having left my family and husband and unable to establish a community due to terrible physical health.

      I cannot see a medical doctor; I have a psychiatric history; I cannot say I am depressed, or confused or fearful; they would smile, “So you can see the obvious results of noncompliance and nonconformity? Are you ready now to take your Seroquel, Lithium and Gavapentin?” This in spite of liver disease. And on MediCal, how can I pay for tests for possible brain damage from Seroquel 10 years ago? And can it heal?

      I should have gotten out of the US culture of scientific ignorance after the first year of betrayal. I stayed in ‘treatment’ for 30 years, believing ‘they’ would help.

      I need an intentional community in order to heal through THIS physical agony. For the first time in 10 years after ‘recovery rebirthing’ I am sinking into despair.

      If I don’t find intelligent compassion, I fear those I have been encouraging and mentoring may follow me into my own abyss. As my physical health deteriorates, my resolve is weakening. I need help now.

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      • Hi, Jane,
        I am in a very similar situation. I have been searching and failing to find community for several years, as my health has gotten worse. I also spent about 35 years “complying with” psychiatry and have all of the damage to show for it. Since I discovered the truth about psychiatry about 5 years ago (I had my suspicions much earlier, but that was always attributed to “paranoia” or some other “symptom” of my “mental illness”), I have failed to find community even in survivor spaces. I have no health care, no family, nothing in the way of social support.
        I’m tired of being alone, dismissed, devalued and judged and constantly afraid (not due to phobia. The rational fear that comes with being sick and alone and with knowing Drs will only shame, blame and inflict more harm).
        I hope you find help and I understand the despair. No one deserves to be treated like this. It’s a barbaric system, and frankly, a barbaric society that allows this to continue.

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  3. Thank you Lisa, and my condolences for Kathleen as well.

    I’ve had chronic Akathisia and Acute Akathisia and have attempted suicide a number of times as a result.

    The torture in First World Psychiatric Facilities is as bad as anything anywhere in the world.

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  4. As a husband and supporter and healing companion of my wife, this breaks my heart: what could have been if her family had responded to her pleas for help, compassion, mercy and understanding. Every time my wife talks about trying sleep medicine or some of the other stuff her friends are on I gently fight that inclination telling her how lucky she is to be so ignorant of all the horrors that stuff can cause.
    R.I.P., Kathleen. I’m sorry you and so many others haven’t gotten the family you need and deserve.

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    • Sam, it’s sad when families come up with their own narrative to suit them. When I first met Kathleen, she kept sharing with me that she would repeatedly tell her family that she was the one that was suffering. It was her reality, not theirs in that moment that mattered.

      It breaks my heart to lose a friend that was not afraid to break through her own family/religious trainings and allow for authentic relationships. I miss her so much, the world is a little more bleak without her.

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  5. Lisa

    Thanks for sharing this incredibly powerful story of psychiatric abuse.

    You were such a compassionate ally of Kathleen, and you have so deeply honored her life by sharing her account of the horrors that the so-called Medical Model of “treatment” can cause for it victims.

    Kathleen Fliller’s story should be REQUIRED READING for anyone coming anywhere near another human being in the so-called “mental health” system.


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    • Richard, I agree, Kathleen’s story should be REQUIRED READING for anyone coming anywhere near another human being in the so-called “mental health” system.

      As someone that has been severely harmed by this establishment, I am angry. I am angry at the beautiful lives that were nothing but collateral damage and treated like “societies trash”.

      I loved Kathleen and my friendship to her mattered and was important. I hope she is at peace now, however I am sad that she had to endure such a traumatic death, all alone and suffering. 🙁

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  6. Hi Lisa.
    First off, I am sorry you lost a friend and I know it hurts to know they were alone.
    And here you are, getting her words out to the world. That is a real. heartfelt tribute to your friend and to others who went before her.
    It’s why I love MIA, they get the stories out from heroes like Kathleen and like you Lisa.

    Now we know for certain that Psychiatry will NOT admit any fault. After all, they are a normal bunch. No disordered people within psychiatry.

    Kathleen like many was told a bunch of bullshit, bullshit that is nasty, people hating bullshit.
    If they loved people, they would NOT be name calling. It is not “diagnosis”, it is slandering. And WOW, people feel really good to be called disordered, ill, and have all these insanities written about them, simply because these people hurt.

    Just because they do not know the answer to people’s journeys, experiences and views, does not make it right to start going at them with more hurt and trauma.

    Their trauma on top of trauma KILLS.

    I hope soon the governments step in and do something about this cult of psychiatry. I hope our governments show some guts, but I think when that happens it will most likely be accidental, or by force, and not planned out.

    I have no doubt that Kathleen had “stuff” bothering her, but I want to bet that she would not have died if not for psychiatry and it’s ilk.

    Yes people die, they leave on their own terms out of desperation, EVEN without psychiatry, but no where near the numbers that do because of psychiatry and general medicine.

    They are not heroes, nor should they pretend to be. And no, they are not at all “scientific”.
    Even the best neurologist knows squat about the brain. Yet here they are, these men of science, calling people, women, names. Grown men and women spewing their garbage at people who are sad or lonely. Giving them toxins and denying all harm they do NOT only to the person, but their families and lineages, to come.

    I hope Lisa that you go on to be a friend, and hope that you receive friendships back.

    We are lucky that you wrote this, as I know it was and is painful.

    Thanks again Lisa.

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    • Sam,
      Thank you for your comment, for speaking the truth. It sickens me that these people with bullshit letters after their names can cause so much harm. The slandering, the reputations ruined in the name of “help”. In the name of medical/mental health care.

      Families that were “trained” to believe this bullshit, that a traumatized person needs to be fixed with labels, isolation, drugs and abuse is the worst thing we have done as humans, in my opinion.

      Thank you again for your validation and understanding, I hope one day people start to see like you have said, “their trauma on top of trauma

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  7. Lisa, thank you for sharing Kathleen’s tragic story and being such a good friend to her. This world can be cruel but it was so painful to read how maligned Kathleen was by her family and the psychiatric system, and how much she suffered because of it. The cruelty and harm often inflicted on those who get ‘help’ must be exposed because the system is so rigged to silence the voices of those it harms. Psychiatry has no compassion. It seems to be a self-serving sham to exploit the suffering of those dealt adverse and difficult life circumstances.

    I am so very sorry you lost your friend. RIP Kathleen.

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    • Rosalee,
      Thank you for your comment. I could not agree with you more! The psychiatric system is nothing but sham and I too wish I could have seen it before I was further damaged by their “legal abuse”.

      It’s an atrocity that families disregard their loved ones that are now have a label of “psych patient” and are no longer believed.

      The silencing and exploitation of the vulnerable by our society is disgusting and I am almost ashamed to be part of this human race…. 🙁

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    • Gina,
      I just watched that trailer… I laughed (because the irony and so much truth, exposed) and cried and then balled my eyes out because yees, I agree… humans are sick scum upon the earth and some make money and earn fame being sick scum upon the earth.

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  8. Thank you for this story. Mine is similar to Kathleen’s. They both begin with a narcissistic family system or individual. Add trauma and then the mental health system and their drugs. I have witnessed so much about so many things along the way. At this time I am off all the drugs and have lived through the akathisia but am still trapped and totally alone and overwhelmed with a lot of information and ideas on many issues. I did it all by myself against all odds. I would love to make a difference but not sure on what, when, where, or how. I have found out a little about your current situation and think your story may be somewhat different and time is short. I grieve for both of your beautiful souls and all the others that are suffering with so much. I would appreciate any advice you have to offer!

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    • JKS,
      My story too is similar to Kathleen’s, my “core family” is narcissistic and invalidating. What is different in my story is that I have two beautiful adult children that see me as a human being and they have seen the fuckery of what the mental health system did to me over the years. They believe me, even though it hurts, they support me.

      It is my hope that the people like you, that want to make a difference…. that perhaps they will help and support those friends & family members that really do support their loved ones but lack the extended family support for themselves.

      It’s difficult to find support through all the broken systems. The doctors saying this patient is not med compliant or simply has a flair up of their “mental illness”.

      Where’s the help for family that really do believe us?

      “The test of a civilization is in the way that it cares for its helpless members”

      ― Pearl S. Buck

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  9. As someone who barely made it through (MAD article “Akathisia – Very Nearly the Death of Me”), I’m so sorry I didn’t have the chance to connect with Kathleen to support her in any way I could. Her beautifully written, powerful piece should be required reading for anyone in the health care field. This is yet another tragedy from a condition so horrific and unbelievable that people – as well-meaning and caring as they may be – simply are not able to comprehend its devastating effects. Honestly, if I hadn’t experienced Akathisia myself, I’d probably be someone who, after a while, would be dismissive and frustrated and impatient with someone suffering from it. That’s why sharing stories like this one, that Kathleen so bravely put together in all her turmoil, is so important, so people can get a clearer picture of the pure agony and terror of this hellish brain-jacking experience, and understand the desperate need of the sufferer to be listened to and believed and compassionately held in the midst of their overwhelming fear and depersonalization, over a period of months or years. Something I believe was important for me, and definitely goes “against the grain,” was refraining from telling most people I was suicidal. Unfortunately, our culture can’t handle suicidal ideation and basically demands psych drugs for suicidality, and something inside me told me that taking more drugs would not lead to my recovery. Instead, I somehow needed to look for holistic therapeutic methods and therapists to have a safe healing space and allow my subconscious to process and heal the injured state. I needed also to keep taking baby steps to connect with the world, clinging to even the smallest of kindnesses along the way. But each person needs to pursue what feels right for them. I later learned that tapering off psychotropic drugs very slowly is critically important, and there are helpful resources out there for doing that. Support groups are really useful for discovering these resources and connecting with others. Kathleen’s story is a precious gift; her story will save lives. RIP Kathleen. You fought long and hard and gave it your very best. Thank you so much for that. And thank you, Lisa, for sharing Kathleen’s story. For those suffering with Akathisia, please know that things can and do get better.

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    • Susan,
      Thank you for your kind response. I agree and feel that Kathleen’s letter should be required reading for anyone wanting to get into this broken system. Her friendship meant so much to me because she spoke the truth. Her truths. She was able to talk about the side effect of suicidal thoughts that are clearly written on the drug paperwork from the pharmacy.

      Sadly, things don’t get better for everyone. I am happy for you that you have found healing. I have read about others that had a “recovery” and then another flair up years later. There is just so much unknown about these drugs and withdrawal and like Kathleen so eloquently wrote, no one really knows what happened to our brains after years of taking these medications.

      With that being said, I am grateful to learn that you and some other people have found some relief. I am sorry you had to go through that torture… no one deserves that.

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      • Hi Lisa, Yes, I agree there are so many factors that can lead to ongoing and permanent injury. Even short-term exposure to the drugs can cause severe and permanent injury. We can hope that the brain and body heal to some degree over time, but the damage can be so significant that recovery to much extent doesn’t happen. Kathleen mentioned the book “Medication Madness” by Dr. Peter Breggin, which I have on my bookshelf. Another book I have by Dr. Breggin that really helped me as I was healing (and I wish I had read earlier) is “Guilt, Shame and Anxiety – Understanding and Overcoming Negative Emotions.” This book talks about how guilt and shame developed in humans in the first place, and how problematic these emotions become when they lead to sleeplessness or despair or grief or anxiety and then get treated by disastrous brain-injuring chemicals instead of holistically.

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        • Susan,
          I too read “Medication Madness” by Dr. Peter Breggin and also “Guilt, Shame and Anxiety-Understanding and Overcoming Negative Emotions.”

          I have observed in my life that I have not been given too much opportunities to express what society calls “negative emotions”.

          I feel these tough, dark emotions should be experienced and almost embraced. We have been taught by our current medical/mental health establishments, religions, communities and sometimes families that certain emotions should be “fixed”.

          This is how we end up buying into medications, therapies, and even holistically inspired “treatments”.

          There is so much beauty in allowing some of the despair, the grief and anxiety to be more normalized. We see it come out in beautiful art, music and poems. People that have tried to put words or pictures to their pain without trying to be “fixed”.

          Here is an example of Jim Carrey, someone people know to make us laugh, actually sharing some of his pain.

          After I watched this short YouTube, I looked up some of his art and allowed myself to *feel* some of my own pain.

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          • What a great clip! Thank you for sharing it, Lisa. Such a good example of a way to discover and process powerful and painful conscious and unconscious emotions through the arts – creative, unique, enlightening, life-affirming, and self-empowering!

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        • Susan,
          Yes, I love how Jim Carrey used art to process powerful and painful conscious and unconscious emotions. Kathleen also used the arts and got into the music industry and then film. Many times people get misunderstood when they don’t have “typical jobs”. There is a special place in my heart for those that are willing to go outside the box and embrace art.

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  10. This is such a very tragic story. I am sorry for the loss to all those who did know and respet her. I would like to agree that any psychiatrist or any health care provider who wishes to prescribe any type of psychiatric drug for any reason to anyone read this article. Unfortunately, I doubt if would do any good—maybe for some as I haven’t completely lost hope despite it all. NO MATTER HOW TERRIBLE AND TRAGIC THIS IS, TO CONSIDER THAT HUMANS ARE SICK SCUM UPON THE EARTH IS SO COMPLETELY WRONG AND AGAINST GOD!!!! NO MATTER WHAT GOD DID NOT GO WRONG IN CREATING HUMANS. However, satan and evil are afoot and is sadly rampant in the psych industry, which is what it is—an industry. This is what we fight against — this type of evil.
    To the author of this article—Thank you for your courage in bringing this forth. We need to know the good and the bad so we can bring more good into the world, and defeat evil. Maybe, in this way, we can truly honor the memory of Kathleen Fliller and anyone else killed by psychiatry’s evil satanic actions. Thank you.

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    • Rebel,
      Thank you for taking the time to comment. It means a lot to me. Honoring Kathleen’s life and what she shared with all of us. There are so many broken systems out there that it seems that greed got in the way of “good intentions”.

      Maybe not all humans are sick scums, however there are some people out there that sadly are somehow allowed (by society standards) to hurt the vulnerable.

      I have personally experienced this type of “legal abuse” within the medial system, mental health, legal, corporations, and even religions.

      In my opinion one of the most important things we can offer to our fellow humans is validation and listening to them, hearing their stories and opening up our minds to the possibility that we have been wrong about our beliefs.

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  11. Dear Lisa, thank you for honoring your friend and sharing her story. It’s truly heartbreaking. I’m very sorry for your loss. Like Kathleen, I have also lost my faith in God, but will still pray and hope that she has found rest, peace. She is right that there have been people before her and will be people after her. Each and every loss is completely tragic. You have done a huge service by sharing her story, and Kathleen did a huge service by writing what she did. I wish I could have known her.
    Again, my condolences on your loss.

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  12. In Buddhism suicide is strictly prohibited, yet in one case the Buddha said of a monk who killed himself because of unbearable pain: ‘The mendicant Channa slit his wrists blamelessly.’ I think this is the case where this applies.

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    • Damocle,
      Different religions have different “rules” of suicide, however religions also back money, health, and did I say money??

      “They tell us that Suicide is the greatest piece of Cowardice… That Suicide is wrong; when it is quite obvious that there is nothing in this world to which every man has a more unassailable title than to his own life and person.” ~ Schopenhauer

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  13. Thank you Lisa for publishing Kathleen’s story. I am in awe than Kathleen was able to capture her story with such clarity and depth while in the throes of akathisia. Though I can relate to so much of her story, including the compounded despair (ergo her therapist, etc.), I can’t imagine taking on akathisia after a life time of heartbreak. I’m right behind you Kathleen…

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      • I thought the same thing as I read these replies Lisa. The tragic truth is that there are phalanxes of Kathleen’s in the world, children abused and betrayed on the developmental front end, and doubly betrayed by the mental health professions (et al) on the ever so vulnerable adult back-end. I very much count myself as someone in this ‘camp’. Richard Lewis said it best, IMHO: “Kathleen Fliller’s story should be REQUIRED READING for anyone coming anywhere near another human being in the so-called “mental health” system”( Thank you Richard!).

        On that front, I would like to add, however futile, that the comment by Kathleen’s therapist that she was “too complex’, induced serious anger in me. I, too, have heard this sentiment from my pedagogically calcified psychotherapist. I suspect, and strongly believe, that this comment hurt Kathleen deeply; for it was necessary to point it out in her last human expression. Let me just say that, Kathleen’s complexity was a gift that her therapist will never know nor ever be burdened with. Instead of helping Kathleen unpack this complexity, its innate origins (e.g., her EQ!, etcetera), and the utter failure of her familial and social community to help her constructively cultivate that EQ in childhood-save not abuse and abandon her, her therapist (the rapist) ‘further pathologized her. I just had to write this out because it needed to be said, however far more I hope Kathleen knew this fact in the very marrow of her Being.

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        • “You are too complex” seems to me to translate into “I don’t have the skills to figure out how to help you.” Same facts, very different framing. If you take your car to the mechanic, and he says, “You’re engine is too complex,” you’re going to know he means, “I don’t know what the fuck is going on.” There is no difference, except that MH “Professionals” are allowed to get away with it.

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          • In my experience, that old line, “you are too complex” is just code, for the “psychiatrist will see you now” to write you a prescription for one or most probably more psych drugs. This way, we can deal with you, because you’ll be a zombie and the psychiatrist and I can understand zombies. Thank you.

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          • If you take your car to the mechanic, and he says, “You’re engine is too complex,” you’re going to know he means, “I don’t know what the fuck is going on.”

            That’s why it would be best if the mechanic thought ‘I’ll take your money and have a tinker with it. If it works out I’ll attribute the success to my work, if it fails and your car is destroyed, I’ll attribute the failure to the designer and refer you to a car salesman friend who will screw you on a new one.’

            “Cash or credit?”

            Never did get an answer to whether it is lawful for a psychologist to obtain employment at a Private Clinic to Shanghai clients for her psychiatrist husband. In the manner that car salesmen use ‘spotters’.

            And I just love this term Kevin Smith; “pedagogically calcified psychotherapist”.

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        • Kevin,
          Thank you for taking the time to write the truth. I too love the phrase, “pedagogically calcified psychotherapist”. I also agree with you that this therapist really missed a great opportunity to grow as a human being.

          Sadly I think this therapist saw Kathleen as a “diagnosis”, “complex case” and not simply a fellow human.

          I hate to call it good, however the only good that ever comes out of a psych hospital is meeting real people. Sadly many are societies cast offs and “complex cases” and are being drugged or getting ECT.

          Its sad to me that Kathleen’s therapist hasn’t realized that her training has taught her to be distant, to see her clients as “cases” and “codes” and “complex”.

          I hope some day Kathleen’s therapist realizes that each “complex case” is an opportunity for personal growth as well as the opportunity to help another being.

          Sometimes it was difficult to be Kathleen’s friend because she wanted to talk about difficult topics, she wanted to speak truths, she did not want us to waste time on small talk or fake bullshit. It was difficult and one of the biggest honors I have ever experienced.

          Shame on her therapist for calling Kathleen the delusional one!!

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          • No…thank you for all you are doing to advocate for Kathleen, and by extension, all the us- people lied to, exploited, and sucker punched by institutional mental health care. Like most every other institution, it, too, is under great pressure to be accountable and “evolve”, save ditch the historical amnesia and power tripping. It never ceases to amaze me, the wisdom, humanity, and the profound strength people like you, Kathleen, and MIA commenters, etcetera, have and bring into the world despite, and often, having been ‘spited’ by institutional mental health ‘care”. And that’s just upside down crazy making…

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  14. I like so many people had a traumatic childhood and was a victim of my father’s struggle to earn a living and also the moralistic values of the society we then lived in.

    It appears to me that the most important time of our lives of everyone’s lives is their childhoods and for some children they experience trauma to such an extent their wounds are never healed.

    Until children and childhood are recognized as the most important human beings on earth and the most sacred time in life and the laws to protect them are adhered to then change won’t come about and people growing up with emotional wounding will seek help later in life and then fall prey to a system of abuse and cruelty like psychiatry which has never been known for centuries.

    Laws to protect children and compulsory teaching to parents of parenting skills are what has been lacking in societies for generations.

    Parents must be given the tools they need to be good parents and especially mothers and this must take on the form a new religion and be the soul worship of every society. Children above all must be listened to and understood. They must not be churned out in schools by teachers who are state controlled and every parent must be given the rights to decide what is best for their child. At the same time there must be laws to protect both parents and children but most importantly children.

    Children are our most vulnerable and important people yet our most abused citizens. Parents are not trained to be parents and they make mistakes as they go along and the so called experts tend not to be the right ones to give the advice parents need. It should be every parents perogative to teach and be taught by grandparents and those with lifelong experience in childhood care. All abuse should be recognized early and no abuse should ever be unrecognized. All children should be protected and those that commit crimes against them should be highly punished. I was a victim of abuse but it wasn’t my parents fault. Those that are found out to have committed crimes against children must be the ones who suffer severely in society with punishment by laws set up to protect children at all costs.

    Until this is recognized until there is protection for the most valuable people in this world and childhood is considered sacred and turned into a religion then nothing will ever change.

    These atrocities to humankind will continue and go on repeating and repeating themselves and millions will suffer and die. Until people wake up and realize just what is at the root of all of this. That childhood and childhood trauma must be recognized and society must assist parents to become good at what they do, which is the most important work they will ever have to do in their lives. Being a parent and grandparent.

    Until it is recognized that parents are trained to be good at the job of parenting and that a child is not owned by society and parents are given the tools to become the best they can be for the sake of future generations then nothing will change.

    Lets fight towards a law that makes every child on the planet receive the love and attention that is needed for the most valuable people alive who are our future and our destination and the cruel practices in our lifetimes are wiped out and society engages laws for our children that simply needed more than ever and that most important of all emotions and which is society is constantly lacking in the Love for our children.

    Thank you so much Lisa. Thank you Kathleen. Nothing and nobody can touch you now.

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  15. BippyOne,
    Thank you for your reply. I agree with you that things need to change, especially for children. Why does a society want hurt and abused children that grow up to be broken adults?

    Until we stop people like doctors, therapists, hospitals, etc. from making money off of childhood atrocities, nothing will change. Follow the money.

    Why teach parenting skills when theres money to be made in “problem children”?

    Why normalize emotions, even extreme emotions when theres money to be made in pills, therapies, hospitals, etc?

    I am sorry you too were abused as a child. You did not deserve this, I believe you and I am sorry this happened, because it should be criminal right next to this psychiatric establishment.

    Thank you for validating Kathleen and her words too. it was important to her. Validation.

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  16. Lisa

    “I know you feel so broken today so no platitudes. I won’t tell you to have a nice day…
    Instead I simply want to say
    just hold on…
    My friend”

    My heart breaks into tiny little pieces as I read Kathleen’s story and your honest, kind, caring, compassionate and understanding thoughts and responses to so many comments!
    You are an empath helping others heal by educating and validating and I recognize the negative effect this investment of your limited energy must be costing your own health. Ya but this is all part of the human experience and I want to thank you for being an important part of humankindness.

    I entered the mental health field hoping to help people 13 years ago as a clinical social worker. I consider my office to be “chemically mindful”. I want to help people in their personal chemical reduction journey.

    And the truth is I am embarrassed and ashamed of being part of this broken medical system, which in my opinion revictimizes and abuses people in the name of money and greed.

    During the past thirteen years, I’ve been listening to people share their life stories of revictimization by the very people who should be helping.

    Many stories of overworked and underpaid employees in facilities who are understaffed, and frustrated simply trying to find a way to navigate the broken system. Unfortunately often at the expense of fellow humans who are in a vulnerable place.

    Including psychiatrists and doctors who medicate individuals who are experiencing grief and loss. Often further traumatizing by the stigma of being “diagnosed” as depressed, bipolar, anxious etc etc. We realize there is no pill that heals grief. Period.

    We naturally grieve losses of the people and things we love. This can be a job, divorce, health,
    pets, and loved ones…

    I have heard horrific stories from people who survived disrespect,abuse, and even rape in mental institutions that they or their families believed would keep them safe and help them heal. Only to return back into the community more traumatized, stigmatized and over medicated.

    I feel sickened and sad by the continued abuse that is hidden in plain sight. Our society suffers from this sickness. The sickness that accepts this continued abuse as “normalized”. Is it cognitive dissonance, ignorance, or simply not caring enough to really see, and listen to, people? Whatever reason it is wrong and needs to change!

    I graduated and intentionally decided I did not want to be part of our cultural and societal broken systems. I thought this could be achieved by working independently, as opposed to agencies and organizations funded by the federal, state, county or city governments. Wow! I was awoken from that dream world into the nightmare of reality!

    What a nightmare it is to learn that some of the biggest criminals are insurance companies and pharmaceutical corporations pushing their diagnoses and drugs on all of us. While we get sicker and they get richer. Greed, power, and control are their true natures. They do not care about our health. We are simply a commodity.

    Please remember…
    It’s ok to hurt.
    It’s ok to feel angry.
    It’s ok to feel sad
    and scared.
    Life is tough
    life is difficult
    life is random
    And chaotic
    ya but it is also precious because it’s all we know.

    The difficult part of our life journey is trusting that there is someone who will care enough not to give up.

    My hat is off to all of you in “Mad in America” a courageous group of forward thinking and awareness sharing people who have the courage to speak out and act against all this medication fuckery.

    The symptoms of withdrawal, kindling, and Akanasia are life altering.
    I believe Everyone who describes their symptoms and please accept my apology on behalf of the entire broken medical system, that I am part of, who has caused you needless, continuous, and abusive suffering.

    For these and other reasons I am in the process of closing my office and entering the next adventure of my life… retirement.

    “How can I begin anything new with all of yesterday in me?”
    ~Leonard Cohen

    Cynthia Wheeler MSW

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    • MyCin40,
      Thank you for your comment. It must have been extremely emotional to come to an understanding of feeling embarrassed and ashamed to be a part of this broken system. If only more people would wake up to the understanding that this industry does in fact hurt people.

      With that being said, I get it that some people benefit from having someone to remind them that these emotions are normal. It’s sad that *they* have normalized that we need to seek to pay someone in order for them to care.

      Be it insurance or not.

      As you pointed out the system is rigged and it starts out with people having unreasonable expectations at jobs, schools and communities, where they seek medications and therapy just to cope. Kathleen’s therapist pointed out that not all medications are “bad”. Some clients she has actually *need* anti-anxiety medications so they can work.

      I think this is bullshit. Perhaps the job is unreasonable and not a fit for this person. Why is it the human…. the suffering being is at fault and not the job? Why do we as a society feel that people should be medicated or need treatment to cope with a job?

      These are human beings and deserve to be heard and not simply medicated or even suggesting therapy for a job that has unreasonable exceptions. Or a job that has unsafe environments and low pay and not enough time off when their family members become ill.

      Thank you for coming forward as a practitioner, someone that has been though the trainings and can see that yes, sometimes there is harm done in this industry. That is why we are MAD in AMERICA and sharing our stories, trying to validate and *listen* so we as a community can leave the next generation with facts so they can choose more compassionate healing options, and perhaps less demanding lifestyles instead of ones that can leave people feeling depleted.

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  17. It absolutely breaks my heart to read this and brings it all back for me deep down inside. She deserved so much more help and understanding. It adds so much more anxiety to the condition when medical professionals either don’t know about the condition or accuse you of making it up or say ‘it’s just anxiety’.

    I feel I was really lucky as a side effect of my anxiety that I started googling straight away after this first happened to me in 2009. I started to stop refusing anymore medications and my mission was to get off Paroxetine. It took many years of tapering and bouts of akathisia (some short and some for months) to get off that drug and that is not mentioning all the other symptoms. Over those years I was told by 99% of doctors it was a mental disorder and I was under medicated. I even went to see Dr Healy in Wales out of desperation but like I came to realise there isn’t much that can be done apart from time and calming the system down. I nearly cracked several times with new prescriptions of anti psychotics. I did take pregablin and a few benzos before seeing Dr Healy. Luckily I had no issue coming off the Pregablin. It was a long road and I don’t know where I would of been if I hadn’t googled and researched. It finally left with my final withdrawl from Paroxetine, the last bout lasting around 5 months. I am now able top drink alcohol and coffee again. The trauma has never left and sometime in high anxiety states I can feel some of those old memories.

    I am currently having EMDR therapy for childhood trauma and the akathisia came up. Strangely the therapist knew about and recognized it for what is, a trip to hell. So I’m interested to see how the EMDR can work for the trauma of going through that for 8 years.

    I don’t know how to recover from this horrible affliction but for me I had to just be patient and stick to slowly tapering off, calming my system down. So there is hope if anyone is reading this. I thought I was doomed forever but now I feel stronger than before. Although any medication I have to have fills me with anxiety and researching to see if there is any connection to akathisia. Hang in there.

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  18. Hello Lisa, my condolences on your dear friends death. Looking at her writing of a compulsion to work and work and yet receive no satisfaction, my thoughts are that this is the psych drugs side effect of blocking dopamine so that the brain doesn’t have a connection to due rewards, just dissonance instead. I have found Daily Essential Nutrients by Hardy’s of Canada, a real bonus and help through withdrawal. Especially due to the dissonance side effect. It is so inutterably sad that not more of these real reasons for behavior dysfunction are known, and the true culprits- the medication ( so called) and the inhumane psychiatry system and probably society -as the quote Kathleen began her narrative with goes ” a society is only as healthy as it’s ideas are humane” Kurt Vonnegart. I hope in memory of Kathleen and others that we don’t give up shedding light on the destruction of side effects on our person, or feeling empathy for fellow sufferers.

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