In this moment, I end involuntary treatment. I’m no longer compelled to treat a mental illness I never believed in anyway. But I sought healing, nonetheless. For now, I stop
When did you last experience a vulnerability hangover for speaking up about something? You know, that hot feeling of shame coursing through your head, chest and gut after you were
As I engage in my creative practice as an emerging artist and as someone who knows madness, I ask myself: What drives me? What is creativity all about? A book on my shelf promises
When will my writing speak? The head is a haven for thoughts to swell and break at the shore. Storms may crash about, but the tide is always at push and pull beneath. I tur
Written March 2020 Are you at home with the pandemic? I am sitting at home during lockdown writing about my experiences with madness, and the crisis of this pandemic feels familiar
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