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Pushing Punch Cards Into Slots

Thursday, January 10th, 2008

People often confuse boredom with depression.
We are overstimulated to excess; by that, I do not mean merely that we are too stimulated, but that we are too overstimulated. There are televisions and computers and radios in the morning, often accompanied by traffic and children and alarm clocks, microwaves that beep, drive-thru coffee shops and [...]

Why I Saw My First Psychiatrist, Part Five

Thursday, December 13th, 2007

See Why I Saw My First Psychiatrist, Part One and Why I Saw My First Psychiatrist, Part Two and Why I Saw My First Psychiatrist, Part Three and Why I Saw My First Psychiatrist, Part Four for the full story.
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For the first time in my life, I had someone to talk to about what was [...]

Why I Saw My First Psychiatrist, Part Four

Thursday, December 6th, 2007

See Why I Saw My First Psychiatrist, Part One and Why I Saw My First Psychiatrist, Part Two and Why I Saw My First Psychiatrist, Part Three for the full story.

And so, I found myself at twenty years old in a small office with Dr. Ragu, the psychiatrist to whom my medical doctor had referred [...]

Why I Saw My First Psychiatrist, Part Three

Thursday, November 29th, 2007

See Why I Saw My First Psychiatrist, Part One and Why I Saw My First Psychiatrist, Part Two for the full story.
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As I get older, my relationship to the events of my past changes. The chronology seems far less significant than it once did, and I find myself skipping from a story from when [...]

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