Mad thinkers, movers, and shakers, as well as neurodivergent and marginalized folks of numerous locations, have shown me that what we think of as pathology exists in relationship—with ourselves, each other, and our environments. Ideas that psychopathology exists in the vacuum of one's isolated experience only serves to silence discourse and marginalize divergent experiences. If nothing else, it reveals a rudimentary comprehension of human development. Because I can't quite come up with the perfect name for such a conglomeration of radical thought, I am calling my holistic model The Mad Triangle until further notice. I particular felt the need to publish a blog post about this, to document much of what I have been presenting lately in group settings, workshops, and dialogue.Read More
Let's get a disclaimer out of the way: this piece is not going to feel pleasant for faux Christians who worship flags and Bibles instead of the principles and divinity they represent. This piece is for actual followers of Christ, who recognize in the Life of historical Jesus a potential Love that could save us all. This piece is for those who know a living Christ, within and throughout, and base their lives around coming into closer contact with this infinite grace.Read More
For a lot of us, getting a diagnosis automatically wipes away any spiritual insights, rolling them into a long list of painful symptoms. We had glimpses of spiritual realization perhaps, but we also couldn’t sleep or eat, or we dropped out of school, or we hurt a loved one, or we made some other horrible decisions with detrimental consequences. We sort of accept that any movement toward spiritual awakening belonged in the same heap of garbage as those unsavory symptoms. And this would work wonderfully, except that even when all those symptoms go away and we feel stable and functional, the spiritual piece may remain. Then what?Read More
I know it might sound strange to leap from psychosis to ego transcendence, possibly even dangerous, but the two were so intimately related for me. I felt as if I had understood God for the first time in my life, not as an object, but as an experience. It was ineffable, a moment in which the little me no longer existed, my identity disintegrating into the vastness of the universe. And though my ego structures were breaking down without my consent, it didn’t change that I had encountered some sense of nirvana.Read More
The following blog post was first published with the International Bipolar Foundation.
No one ever sat me down and told me I had bipolar disorder. I can only imagine that some people indeed have this sort of experience. A person might see a clinician, tell them what’s wrong, answer some questions, and maybe fill out a test before learning they have a mental illness, but that just wasn’t how it happened for me.Read More