Two Voices and One Chair
It’s a war between two voices. The writer’s voice shapes, composes, imagines. The trauma’s voice: raw, insistent, unfiltered, breaking in.
Antipsychotics—And How I’ve 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 – I Call It Punishment
I was fighting something far more dangerous than madness — 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 weren’t 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 wasn’t 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 didn’t feel like a temporary adjustment phase. It felt like my brain was glitching.
Conceptual Synaesthesia as Cognitive Literacy   Â
I don’t 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, it’s 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 didn’t know then that I was about to build the most consistent, emotionally attuned dialogue I’d 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 didn’t 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 “out” 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
I’m not even taking Klonopin because it helps me. I’m taking Klonopin so I don’t go through withdrawal from Klonopin. That’s the trap.
The Garden of the Mind: Fictions Weeded Out by Psychiatry
Delusions are more than fleeting mental turmoil; they reveal the unconscious mind’s storytelling power.
Unmedicated Clarity: How I Reclaimed My Voice After Psychiatry Silenced It
My healing didn’t begin with that pill. It began the moment I stopped handing over my truth for someone else to interpret.
Akathisia After a Five-Year Taper: Chained to an Antidepressant Forever
I have been on Cymbalta for 17 years now and am gutted that my five-year taper did not free me of the drug.
The “Sick Enough” Paradox in Eating Disorder Treatment
I had internalized that not only would I be socially rewarded for starving myself, but also that I could only earn care by proving that I was sick enough to meet their criteria.
