This week’s Song of the week was recommended by MIA Reader Lora Barnas: “When applied thoughtfully and well, the science of psychiatry can be transformative, even approximating spiritual. Since I was a child, my primary modality by which to attain those states has always been and remains music—playing, creating, singing, experiencing, writing. Growing familiar with songs, for me, is a process far more intrinsically valuable and tinged with hope than any therapy session or new prescription. This song is articulately emblematic of so many double-edged nearly duplicitous messages we hear in this discipline: no one is alone, yet grief can only truly be worked through alone. If only I had done something; why didn’t you say anything? We all are exquisitely unique gifts to and of the Universe, stars and lights all; we’ve reviewed your file and decided you meet the criteria (check, check, check) for X diagnosis… that’ll be just your $100 copay today; see you next week in group.”
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