Poem: I am Well

I am well, they said, I know not how. Though that voice still circles my head, those impulses drive me and tempt me to destroy myself I am well because I have not yet done what the voice outside my head tells me to do. If this is well, I spit back, please God, let me be sick.

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Anxiety is Not a Valid Excuse! (Is it?)

Just had an excellent blog post brought to my attention: 'Anxiety is an invalid excuse. I’ve begun to believe it myself. Every time I feel my chest get heavy, my hands get sweaty, my vision become disconnected, I tell myself to suck it up: that it’s all in my head. Maybe it is. That’s certainly where it lives. But tell that to my body when I’m locked in my room, unable to move or think or breathe. Tell that to my ears that simply decide to stop hearing and scream with hollow ringing that disorients me to the point of defeat. Tell that to the girl who has sat on grimy floors in restaurant bathrooms and called for cabs with...

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Self-Help for the Rest of Us

Plastic Spoon

We are very excited to announce our upcoming book series, Self-Help for the Rest of Us! This series captures the heart of what Plastic Spoon is really all about, or at least one of the three legs. To save repeating ourselves, we have summed-up that heart in the following blog post: [su_permalink id="252"][/su_permalink] Basically, if this book proves to be a bit of a duff idea, then the whole concept of Plastic Spoon needs rethinking. So, you know, no pressure! The books in this series will not answer every question you have about the issues under discussion, but they will offer suggestions that have been road-tested by people who have actually been there. We think that makes them fairly unique...

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Poem: The Silent Scream

They heard my silent scream. I know they did. I saw it on their faces. That "Oh, I'm so sorry that you go through this," gaze, cast in my direction from a safe distance. We all hear voices. It's just that I was taught that it's rude to ignore someone when they're talking to you. "So, he suffers from auditory hallucinations..." says the psychiatrist, to himself. "I would like you to inhabit a world where you no longer think of yourself as a god..." speaks the psychologist, confusing the delusion. "I wonder if you could imagine being happy with your body..." The hypnotist invites the anorexic, to practice un-truths. We all hear voices, I know we do. I see it...

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