For many of us, December was packed with office parties, school spirit days, lots of shopping and questionable spending practices, navigating complicated family dynamics, cold and flu season, trying to find light amidst the darkest days of the year—in short, the ups and downs that come with a fulfilling life. We may have made questionable choices, drinking too much at the office Christmas party, eating our body weight in fudge, or spending too much on gifts and telling ourselves we’ll figure it out in the new year. We consider this our right as adult humans—living our lives and living with the consequences of our decisions. I myself navigated my first holiday season without my dad, who passed in April, and the first as an officially divorced mother with shared custody, two major life events that have made me feel a bit off kilter as well. On top of all that, I submitted two grants this funding cycle, had a sick kid, pulled off my third move in as many years, and hosted the holiday surrounded by boxes. The only thing constant in my life is chaos, but I would choose the roller coaster of my life over the alternative I narrowly escaped as a young person—a life as a person diagnosed with a serious mental health condition who’s been conditioned to believe that stability is more important than pursuit, that staying small will save us from ourselves, and that professionals know best what is good for our lives.

Stabilization and symptom reduction are primary goals of mental health treatment, especially for those conditions which are seen as more disabling and biomedical in nature. For example, in Kraepelin’s model of schizophrenia, the disorder is seen to be a deteriorating illness, and the best possible outcome cast as ‘stability.’ But I’m living proof that a primary goal of life and thus of psychiatric treatment, is not to stay inside to avoid the weather but learn to dance through the storms. This is a core tenet of the modern recovery movement. Although this is not a new concept, it is most certainly not yet fully realized. Recovery is often thought to be a remission of symptoms and a return to stability; however, the process of recovery that involves pursuing important life goals and finding meaning in one’s life activities has proven to be much more realistic and meaningful in my life. This means that I go through periods of increased stress and symptoms, but I do my best to not let this get in the way of pursuing what I want out of life. I have tried, failed, and tried again more times than I can count. I want psychiatry to endorse this dignity of risk for all people brave enough to walk through their doors. We deserve to embrace the messiness of life as much as the next person. Full and fulfilling lives are not devoid of instability. In fact, some of the greatest thinkers and artists across history have lived lives far outside the confines of ‘a simple, ordinary life.’ They may make choices that others might see as extreme or misguided, but they do so of their own volition understanding that they will have to live with the results.
The Webster’s dictionary defines stable as an adjective meaning “a) firmly established: fixed, steadfast; b) not changing or fluctuating: unvarying, and c) permanent, enduring.” This is in contrast to much of what I have learned about life thus far, and certainly not a state of being to which I aspire. For a person with a serious mental illness to achieve what a mental health professional might call stability, they may recommend applying for disability benefits, maintaining a schedule conducive to attending frequent medical appointments, and making life decisions from a risk-averse perspective. However, in reality this often means a life living below the poverty line, with few social connections, and pervasive self-limiting beliefs (e.g., analyses my colleagues and I are currently writing up show that many people with serious mental illnesses who receive services in Connecticut endorse the statement “getting a job needs to wait until I have achieved more stability in my life”). People with serious mental illnesses have lower educational attainment, higher unemployment, and lower lifetime earnings than the general population. This is not the best we can hope for as people with serious and life-changing lived experience of mental and emotional distress, and it is unfortunate that mental health professionals are often willing to settle for this as a positive outcome.
Paternalism in health care generally, and mental health care especially, is rampant. Of course, people in the helping professions want to help. They don’t want to see us suffer. But limiting our dreams to protect us from failure isn’t helping—it’s saying you know best. For example, while the majority of people with serious mental illnesses want to work, their clinicians often report that their goals of competitive employment are not realistic. Two-thirds of individuals with serious mental illnesses report a desire to work, however, the vast majority (80-90%) are unemployed, with serious consequences not only for themselves but for society as a whole—people with psychiatric disabilities are the largest category of beneficiaries of Social Security Administration disability benefits. Even more than the huge financial consequences of this, I am left wondering what innovations and contributions we are missing out on by treating people with serious mental illnesses as inherently disabled. As Patricia Deegan, an international leader in the recovery movement, clinical psychologist, disability rights advocate, and person in recovery from schizophrenia, wrote about being first diagnosed with schizophrenia at age 18, “You have a disease called chronic schizophrenia…. If you take medications for the rest of your life and avoid stress, then maybe you can cope… crushing my already fragile hopes and dreams and aspirations for my life. In essence the psychiatrist was telling me that my life, by virtue of being labeled with schizophrenia, was already a closed book…. The goals and dreams that I aspired to were mere fantasies according to his prognosis of doom. When the future has been closed off in this way, then the present loses its orientation and becomes nothing but a succession of unrelated moments.”
“Lacks insight,” is scrawled across many of my chart notes from my late teens and early twenties, a fact I know to be true because I demanded a copy of them for a book project that has not (yet) come to fruition, another “unrealistic goal.” But many things I have accomplished in my life—including completing a PhD, running a marathon, and landing a gig as a researcher at Yale—seemed unrealistic until they came to be. I am profoundly grateful that I did not take these professional’s opinions of my ambitions to be gospel and instead used them as fuel for the fire to prove them wrong. Limiting someone’s dreams based on one’s professional opinion of what is possible for people with serious mental illnesses is misguided at best, and at worst, it may even violate the Hippocratic oath, in that a helping professional should aim to ‘do no harm.’ The metaphorical clipping of a person’s wings in fact does do harm and cages people in the confines of ‘stability.’
To be sure, the dignity of risk means we will sometimes find ourselves in lives that seemed to have crumbled around us. I know I have more than once looked around after a particularly challenging period and wondered if I have destroyed everything. However, while I may not always emerge the fire unscathed, I am a phoenix rising from the ashes, having burned away that which no longer serves me. It is only through the living of life that one learns its lessons. Please don’t think you’re helping by coddling us. It’s actually insulting, and many people who experience extreme emotions and mental states are capable of far more than they’re currently achieving under current treatment paradigms.
If you’re a mental health professional, and your client dares to dream, please consider suspending your judgment and supporting them to find the next step towards a lofty, seemingly unrealistic goal. You don’t have to believe in us—that’s your choice. But helping someone to find the next visible stepping stone towards a destination still hazy in the distance is also a choice, and I am willing to bet that you’d be surprised at the results.










I don’t believe they want to help people. I haven’t been able to work because of a serious physical illness which makes it hurt to move my arms and I have been left to deal with this alone. I have nothing to live on and live below the poverty line everyday. I have been denied disability multiple times. All people have done is sit by and watch me suffer. They haven’t done anything to make sure that I am taken care of. They want me to suffer because I don’t conform to their corrupt system.
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Billerica is a terrible place to live. This town supports the abuse of people with serious illnesses. I was bullied in middle school here and now I’m being bullied as an adult too. There is no leadership in this town. The people who are supposed to be leaders are not doing their jobs. They don’t care if anyone who lives here is suffering or if anyone is sick with a serious illness. I called them out on their neglectful behavior and they called my mom’s phone (who has been emotionally abusing me since I became sick) and tried to turn her against me. The police have been sent to my house several times by people in the medical field, not because I threatened to harm myself or anyone else but because they didn’t like what I said. That’s how mature people around here are. They act like children.
Instead of putting a stop this to blatant abuse the town “leaders” do nothing and refuse to take a stand against it. They are nothing but cowards who are ignorant, aggressive, and egotistical people. They are selfish people who only care about themselves. I regret spending three decades of my life living here. I wasted my time living around abusive people who have left me to suffer from a serious illness. There is no reason to do this to anyone. This town showed me how uncaring and controlling people in leadership positions truly are. They have done nothing to help me and have made the choice to abuse me instead. This town has made my illness worse by doing this to me. I should have moved away from here years ago. Everyday is another nightmare living around these people.
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That sounds horrible
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Yes it is horrible. Their behavior has affected my life in so many terrible ways. And for the time being I am forced to continue living around these abusive and cruel people. I have serious medical conditions that have gone unaddressed because they can’t even be bothered to show basic compassion and understanding towards me. Instead of helping me they left me to suffer and now I am in more pain than I was before. Their indifference and apathy hurts me but also so does their arrogance and harmful behavior as well. My heart is broken because I have lost numerous people that I thought cared about me because they would rather trust these malicious people and listen to their lies. I am never going to any hospital again. Lahey hospital, mass general, Winchester hospital, and Emerson hospital are all places of abuse that refused to provide basic medical services for me. These people are pathetic and are a disgrace to everyone who cares about actual medicine.
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Thanks for sharing some of your experience, Matthew, which very much resonates with my own supporting a family member with disabilities denied adequate if any care from the SSA to the medical industry while we live below the (officially undercounted) poverty line.
While I also resonate with Megan Evans pointing out rampant paternalism or just plain arrogance atop ignorance among health professionals, and corresponding infantilization of patients who need no informed consent to their authoritarian pronouncements, I’ve never found them “coddling” their business clientele, instead exhibiting bedside manners closer to indifference, contempt, and downright hostility, hardly if ever inspiring much sense of help and even suggesting a Hypocritic Oath in matters of doing no harm.
And while Evans herself hardly “lacks insight” when it comes to consensus pseudoscience condemning people with disabilities to permanent imprisonment in poisonous treatment for profit by the pharmafia, I’m not so confident the antidote consists in “competitive employment” in an economic system that immiserates us en masse as commodified resources for exploitation, leading to such results as more than half the national population living in poverty and from paycheck to paycheck, a breakdown of society that’s a basic cause of so many broken down by suffering for so few claiming success.
Maybe we should dare to dream more radical alternatives to a corrupt social system, where we’re free to be human in compassionate and cooperative conditions of relative equality, rather than conforming to pathological effects of everyday life now normalized as the way things are.
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The problem is that mental health workers are trained to see emotional ups and downs as “symptoms” of illness, to see changes in mood as a “disorder”.
Few take the time to question their own (mis)interpretations.
Their chronic underestimation of “patients'” ability to accomplish difficult things is worse than insulting; it seems to serve something deeply amiss in the culture of their own profession — as well as in their own psychology.
It seems tied to a need to be needed — to feel powerful — no matter the cost to others.
Fear drives the mental health system, and control over others is its coping strategy.
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The author accepts the concept of mental illness and, as is customary among the members of her privileged guild, ascribes its most serious forms to people on the lower rungs of the social and economic system. Once again, this is invidious pathologizing of the understandable, natural emotional responses of those who must struggle desperately just to survive.
I know it’s a futile rhetorical question, but when are so-called mental health professionals finally going to analyze the mindset of the exploiters and their enablers who create, maintain, justify, and often benefit financially from the current rotten system?
Matthew Mixon, to me your brief, but powerful reply is far more reflective of reality than most of the articles by researchers which I’ve seen on this website.
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As one who had a Spiritual dream incorrectly misdiagnosed as “psychosis,” I agree with you Joel, and Matthew, as well as Megan. The Holy Spirit blasphemers of the “mental health” industries are on the wrong side.
Please stop declaring people’s dreams to be your made up and “invalid” “mental illnesses,” and please stop drugging people up for dreaming. Someone’s gotta help God and Jesus save us from the mess we all find ourselves in.
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Right on; and thanks for your own reply.
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It must be tiring having to repeatedly plead your case to the chronically close-minded.
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My son, who was diagnosed eight years ago, has only just now achieved “stability.” I don’t know if he will ever be able to support himself, but he’s making steady progress. We must remember that schizophrenia, like autism, is a spectrum disorder, and human beings don’t all possess the same intellectual potential. A case is just that; one particular case.
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Some of us the peer movement have never had the opportunity for well paid work. I feel that some people don’t understand that yet speak for the rest of us. I wish I didn’t resent it but I do . Sort of got battered trying to change a system that doesn’t want to change and bandy about words like recovery, empowerment, and trauma informed care.
When what really happens is get with recovery or move along, non-compliance is viewed as not wanting to get better and people have been traumatized by the very systems purported to be helping people.
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Thank you for this deeply affirming piece. You name something many of us have lived but rarely see articulated so clearly: that a full life is not a stable one, and that being protected from risk often means being protected from possibility.
I was especially struck by your insistence on dignity of risk and your refusal to accept “staying small” as a therapeutic success. So much harm is done when people are not trusted with their own choices or allowed to live lives that can be messy and still meaningful.
This essay contributes something essential to the conversation about recovery — not as symptom reduction, but as participation in life itself. Thank you for writing it.
Ingrid e Johnson
Founder of RECASAS (in Berlin)
https://recasas.org/en/
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Because I would not accept a supervisor who was a bully, and asked for support from the union and requested reasonable accommodations, the bureaucracy I work in has retaliated against me. The other Peer Specialist I worked with, who was compliant, received offers of full-time employment. I did not get to decide if my half-time position could become full-time. The union did not want to argue on my behalf because of the insignificant contribution a part-time worker makes. The union cares about “Case Managers,” not Certified Peer Specialists. Management, instead of assigning me people to serve who would like to hear about recovery, I was sent to meet people who had disabilities that were not due to mental health challenges. Society is what needs to change, not these individuals. I would meet with those who have lived and suffered through challenges. I was asked to provide “Peer Support” by driving people to see a psychiatrist or to and from the grocery store. Then, after getting into a car accident while working, my employer (Mass.gov DMH) attitude was, “Who is this guy?” I was forced to use my vacation and sick time; I received 0$ paychecks. I needed to pay for my own health insurance. I was considered on an “unotherised leave”. Some medical bills were paid, but I ended up paying half of them. Because of the injury from the car accident, I was out of work for six months. I needed legal representation to get workers’ compensation. The claims adjuster for my employer called my primary care doctor, who didn’t see me as an injured worker but as someone who decades back collected Social Security Disability Income and drank too much. ( I have been on and off SSDI three times.) Recently, I received a summons to court because I owed rent for a few months. But I am up to date and have paid my overdue rent. I feel as if now I have arrived. This is my career. Fourteen years of working with people without housing, or counseling, or the choice to consider treatment. It’s a dead-end job. But, once in a while, I meet someone whose eyes light up when I say, “Yes, I didn’t know where I would live next week,” or “I also had been out of work for a long time and found it hard to find an employer who would give me a chance”. Or “Oh, smoking that stuff worked well, but as time went by, I think I was depressed without it, and while using I had little motivation”. I think some folks are expected to take medications, but even when they take them, they don’t work. Or can not stand the side effects. I have had cancer, depression, and alcohol dependence. Now I take medication. (I feel like CVS owns me.) I guess I have been so battered by bureaucratic managers who need to maintain their power that I have come to accept that this bureaucracy (DMH) will run me over one day, and the management (clinical types) have me visit people they have given up on. Or, folks who have needs for social services that aren’t available but are not ambivalent about their mental health care or use of substances. I am sent to visit those considered non-urgent; no active mental health challenges a Peer Specialist could help with, and those in need of transportation to a psychiatrist or grocery store. But I like helping folks. I need to put myself first, or I will run in circles and burn out.
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