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Monday, June 9th, 2008I was reading M.F.K. Fisher’s Last House and was touched by her essay titled “My grown-up ears.” The story was about being receptive to things we once were not, and how it’s a relief. I had a number of thoughts about the essay, on the particular points that she was making, but I [...]
Funding Intensive Mental Health Treatment
Saturday, May 3rd, 2008Belle (not her real name) asks:
Hi there,
I realize that this question will likely take research by me, but I thought I’d ask in case you knew off the top of your head — do you know if there are intensive outpatient programs (Partial Hospitalization programs) who take people who don’t have insurance. I recently got [...]
Knowing is half the battle
Monday, April 28th, 2008I mean, not to draw deep meaning from the G.I. Joe cartoons, but really, it is. Paying attention to my illness, as annoying as it is to have to be that self-aware, is the only way to ensure that I keep myself out of trouble. And I’m pretty good at that part. But. But?
Did you [...]
Toxic
Friday, January 4th, 2008By Dad Gone Mad
I’m sitting here this morning wondering when our senses of compassion and respect deteriorated to this point.
When did we become so callous and heartless that we started to view a young mother struggling with a mental illness as entertainment?
When did we stop trying to empathize?
When did we find ourselves so miserable [...]