I’ve not been active on this site for a long while. Every once in a while I’d lurk about, and find myself mostly overwhelmed by the sheer volume of resources and commentary that has accumulated so remarkably on this site over the past several years. I wish I had the time and energy to engage them. When I first came here I was not looking as much for kindred spirits as for information about the risks of neuroleptics and the courage to try to walk away from them (I’ve so far managed to go down 85%). And then, mostly, to try negotiate some kind of relationship with psychiatry that I could live with (still working on that). But this piece, which was the first I saw upon returning to the site, and your prior piece, immediately resonated in new ways. Your account of your own (what I will refer, for simplicity’s sake as) psychosis in the prior piece was strikingly and amusingly familiar, and was the secret kindness and solidarity of which you speak in this piece. As much as my own partner and other loved ones offer in the way of insight and protection, you remind me that there is no better tonic than a kindred tale for those of us living in the shadows.