Monthly Archives: February 2013
Beer. French fries. Television. Chocolate. Wine. Smoking. Pills. Masturbation. You are coping. It’s fine. I cope, too. I have an imaginary friend named jacob who lives behind my eyes. I talk to him when I am lonely, when I am … Continue reading
I’m working on …
I’m working on finding a new story for my life, a story that gives me hope but doesn’t require the happy ending of recovery. This is a struggle in America, a culture that celebrates and practically requires individual achievement, a … Continue reading
scarce
A voice rings out from the top of the hill. One voice. Your voice is essential, unquantifiable, vital, real. To forget this idea is to misplace your necessity, to forget yourself in shame. You, the unimportant one, what are you … Continue reading
Foucault is, then, right: psychiatric practice makes essential use of moral (and other evaluative) judgments. Why is this dangerous? Because, first of all, psychiatrists as such have no special knowledge about how people should live. They can, from their clinical … Continue reading
the nutria (or, compassionate speech)
Sometimes when we say things aloud, we say things we didn’t even know that we knew. This is called compassionate speech. Sometimes we know something so deeply to be true, even when we tell ourselves it’s not, over and over … Continue reading
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