“The feeling of this loss, for me, was like a grenade going off in my chest every day” this is exactly what it feels like. When you’re harmed by psychiatry, you’re not just destroyed once and it’s done. This harm and grief has to be carried every second of every day. We have to somehow put our lives back together after having our nervous system decimated by these drugs while grieving for the loss of what our lives could have been. Thank you to the authors for putting this into words what I’m still not able to say.