On Psychosis and Writing

I get an idea.  A few minutes later, the very distinct thought: I need to stop thinking about this too hard.  Or I need a pen. My fingers twitch.    Pen. It can’t move fast enough on the page, chaos that will be a brief note in a dated, color coded table of contents.  TuckedContinue reading “On Psychosis and Writing”

On Farrah and Treatment

Previously “Fuck,” I mumbled when my shoulder cramped, which was interesting, because I’d kind of assumed I was nonverbal at the moment, the way my thoughts flowed or didn’t and a familiar feeling somewhere in my throat, though I hadn’t tested it.  I couldn’t blame my shoulder for cramping; my disorientation at speaking came withContinue reading “On Farrah and Treatment”

On the Protection of a Facade

I recently read The Collected Schizophrenias by Esmé Weijun Wang (and I saw so much of myself in it, I’ll probably write a whole other post about how amazing it was).  One theme that jumped out at me can be summed up in this quote: “To some extent, the brilliant facade of a good faceContinue reading “On the Protection of a Facade”