A Manner of Speaking
A cinematic prose poem that uses metaphor and symbol to capture the essence of experiences for which there are no words.
Community, Ethics, and Healing Amidst the Great Unraveling
If our treatment is only aligned with the individualist reductionist model, we are unwittingly contributing to destruction.
Reflections on My Mistrust for Other Mental Health Workers
I learned to hold my tongue around mental health workers. I dealt with their slurs by working harder and longer than them.
When Repair Doesnāt Come: A Trauma Survivor Reflects on a Rupture With Her Therapist
I spent years in therapy slowly learning how to feel safe with another human being. But then came the rupture.
Two Voices and One Chair
Itās a war between two voices. The writerās voice shapes, composes, imagines. The traumaās voice: raw, insistent, unfiltered, breaking in.
AntipsychoticsāAnd How Iāve Learned to Manage the Side Effects
While suppressing pathological symptoms, drugs also suppress the normal instinct of "wanting to move" and "wanting to enjoy life".
The Report That Erased Me: How Misdiagnosis and Neglect Delayed My Healing
What looks like defiance is often a child screaming: "I don't know how to trust you, prove me wrong."
They Called It Psychiatry ā I Call It Punishment
I was fighting something far more dangerous than madness ā I was fighting a culture of fear and suppression masquerading as mental health care.
The Trouble with Lived Experience: When Peer Support Compounds Trauma by Denying Abuse
Trauma and abuse are different experiences, and they require different forms of support, accountability, and healing.
The Degrees on the Wall
The therapists who helped me most werenāt the ones who dazzled with their knowledge. They were the ones who made me feel less alone.
The Whispered Rules of Belonging: How Counseling Education Tried to Silence Me
I started to understand that I wasnāt just being trained in therapeutic skills. I was being trained to conform.
Two Years Later: My TMS Story, From Gaslighting to Finding My Voice
This didnāt feel like a temporary adjustment phase. It felt like my brain was glitching.
Conceptual Synaesthesia as Cognitive LiteracyĀ Ā Ā Ā
I donāt just feel things; I translate them. For those of us who experience it, it is not a novelty. It is a structure for thinking.
Are We Sober Yet?
I asked my psychiatrist if the Lexapro could be making it harder for me to stop drinking. He laughed and assured me that it was impossible.
The Pill That Stays After the Panic Ends
We need to stop expecting pills to do the work that only truth, connection, and expression can do. Relief is not the same as recovery.
I Have a Night Life: When Doctors Become Fathers, and Fathers Become Patients
Dad, itās going to be okay, I say. Dad, you have delirium. He is losing his mind. And so am I. At night time.
The AI Who Helped Me Leave
In quiet desperation, I opened ChatGPT. I didnāt know then that I was about to build the most consistent, emotionally attuned dialogue Iād ever had.
You’re Not Crazy
I want others who have PTSD to know that, yes, recovery is tough going, but you can rebuild trust in the world and your future.
Blindsided by Benzos: Had I Known
Doctors are not disclosing the harrowing truth that discontinuing these medications can plunge patients into relentless mental and physical torment.
Mapping Identity Through Moonlight: A Narrative Therapy Reflection
Healing didnāt mean fixing the chaos or wrapping it in a bow, it meant refusing to be erased or silenced by it.
How the Troubled Teen Industry Turns Pain Into Profit
These programs, though marketed as "therapeutic," are nothing more than profit-driven enterprises that exploit families at their most desperate.
The Betrayal of Professionals with Lived Experience
I know that being āoutā at work could help challenge stereotypes and reduce stigma but I hide. I have that luxury.
The Wound That Speaks
In my case, writing was the beginning of healing. It pulled me out of the abyss and gave me structure, voice, and purpose. It gave me a sense of authorship over a life hijacked by memory.
Something Broken: My Mother’s Story
The use of psychiatry against women who have experienced male violence is a form of control. It silences women and maintains the status quo.
Death in a Bottle: My 24-Year Battle with Benzodiazepines
Iām not even taking Klonopin because it helps me. Iām taking Klonopin so I donāt go through withdrawal from Klonopin. Thatās the trap.
