What if we all became preachers?
Us madfolk
Who’ve been locked up, lobotomized, and drugged into a living death
Who’ve been tied to trees and left to...
Me alive apparently - not sure.
Jonah potential danger Dr. Ivorchuck is being paged.
That's Shawn's voice. Dr. Oram- or him? I might have HIV so...
I wish you had tried to understand what had happened to me, but in the end, you lacked empathy.
I tried to convey to you...
Inside my brain
Inside my brain are pitch black bits,
They cause me to forget.
I got them many years ago,
Do I hate them? You bet!
All sorts...
Love we shared with exquisite tenderness
With the Dr’s scripts has long since vanished.
They say it wasn’t my responsibility
Not guilty because of acute insanity.
Yet they...
Peace to those
who are not safe
whose locked doors do not hold
whose words are given no meaning
but are taken for authority
to smash and enter and...
Poetry
Thank You for the Somatoform Disorder Diagnosis (or Psychiatry Needs Therapy) by Anonymous
Susannah Senerchia - 0
The psychiatrist sits across the room
While asking me questions about how the
Medication is going
Seldom looking over at me
As she types my responses at her...
An Ode Against “Recovery”: Flourishing After Childhood Trauma by Rebecca Donaldson
I remember when a therapist of mine once told me I could “recover.”
The...
If you have never dropped out of school for mental health reasons,
you probably won’t cry tears of joy on the car ride over to...
What if we all became preachers?
Us madfolk
Who’ve been locked up, lobotomized, and drugged into a living death
Who’ve been tied to trees and left to...
Me alive apparently - not sure.
Jonah potential danger Dr. Ivorchuck is being paged.
That's Shawn's voice. Dr. Oram- or him? I might have HIV so...
I wish you had tried to understand what had happened to me, but in the end, you lacked empathy.
I tried to convey to you...
Inside my brain
Inside my brain are pitch black bits,
They cause me to forget.
I got them many years ago,
Do I hate them? You bet!
All sorts...
Love we shared with exquisite tenderness
With the Dr’s scripts has long since vanished.
They say it wasn’t my responsibility
Not guilty because of acute insanity.
Yet they...
Peace to those
who are not safe
whose locked doors do not hold
whose words are given no meaning
but are taken for authority
to smash and enter and...
Poetry
Thank You for the Somatoform Disorder Diagnosis (or Psychiatry Needs Therapy) by Anonymous
Susannah Senerchia - 0
The psychiatrist sits across the room
While asking me questions about how the
Medication is going
Seldom looking over at me
As she types my responses at her...
An Ode Against “Recovery”: Flourishing After Childhood Trauma by Rebecca Donaldson
I remember when a therapist of mine once told me I could “recover.”
The...
If you have never dropped out of school for mental health reasons,
you probably won’t cry tears of joy on the car ride over to...