Year: 2015
Video: My Life with Bipolar Disorder: Mixed States and Suicide
Posted on August 3, 2015 in Bipolar Disorder Mixed States Suicide Video
My latest video in the series called My Life with Bipolar Disorder.
Misleading Vividness
Posted on July 31, 2015 in Hatred Stigma Violence
It happened! It is going to happen again! Therefore forcing treatment and locking up the mentally ill is the answer!
50 Things About Me
Posted on July 27, 2015 in Reflections
It would be interesting to hear other people describe themselves in this fashion.
Sandra Bland and Ableism
Posted on July 23, 2015 in Courage & Activism Depression Stigma Suicide Violence
Black lives with mental illness matter, too.
On Reading Bipolar Memoirs
Posted on July 21, 2015 in Mania Stigma
I read because I want to understand this strange state of mind that seizes me at unlikely times.
Romanticizing Mental Illness: The Good and the Bad
Posted on July 19, 2015 in Bipolar Disorder Hope and Joy Psycho-bunk Stigma
Let us realize that for every poem, there are many long dark nights of the soul that the sufferer would prefer to be without.
Minority Mental Health and Murphy’s Law
Posted on July 18, 2015 in Advocacy Hospitals and Prisons Psych Wards
Any future mental health legislation needs to ensure that programs help everyone.
The Abuse of Psychology: An Ignominious Start for Reform
Posted on July 14, 2015 in Abuse Authoritarianism Terrorism Therapy
APA only half got the message.
Dream
Posted on July 14, 2015 in Dreams
The curious thing about this dream is that I am both the main participant and an onlooker. I ride a bicycle quickly through a strip mall, passing many stores — at least one of which is empty. I ride fast, dodging people as I come to them. A series of landscaped pits open up in front of me. Both ramps and stairs lead down onto concrete floors. The challenge is to find the ramps. I swerve about, looking for the ramps. At the last pit, the one ramp is very far away, so I have to ride half way around the pit to get to it. When I get to the top, a couple of guys sword-fighting at the bottom of the stairs block my path. I yell at them to get out of the way as I speed between them. One of the fellows gets on his bike and starts to follow me. A voice tells me that I have finally met my match. I lose him, but I come to a place where a pudgy cyclops blocks a ramp up. I steer around him. He starts to chase me, clenching his pale fists. I find myself on a city street, pedaling as fast as I can. A block away, the light is green. I find myself muttering “Stay green. Stay green” as I wake up.
