The last significant social upheaval that ushered in an enormous amount of stress and inconvenience in my life and community was the 2015 Freddie Gray riots in Baltimore. Capturing the attention of our country and covered by national news, the unrest was incited by outrage over the death of a 25-year-old black man at the hands of the Baltimore police. The crisis lasted for five days, during which the entire time, I was full-blown psychotic.
The Coronavirus pandemic can not only cause anxiety over contracting the virus or concern for the well being of our elderly loved ones. Not only can it induce dread that our healthcare system will become overwhelmed or resources will become depleted and scarce. The barrage of information can affect your mental health and your mental illness treatment regimen.
You would have only assumed me to be confident, prepared, and poised to impress if you happened to encounter me in the halls of the Maryland State House.
But what you probably wouldn't have noticed is that I was deliberately shifting my weight on to my left side. This posturing was to counter the unsettling, embarrassing, and uncontrollable shaking of my leg.
Another tragic story about a mentally ill inmate committing suicide in a Michigan jail. Unlike many reports on jailhouse suicides, this report includes information on the population of mentally ill inmates and their inability to care for them. As many as 80 percent of inmates in Michigan jails have some form of mental illness, according [...]
I found myself on youtube searching for vintage Mr. Rogers episodes. The shows were pure, kind, inspiring . . and most of all, I was unable to detect any subliminal messages or directives from the government.
The staff knew everyone by name, and cheerfully addressed you with even inconsequential passing in the hallway. Each one, also if you were not directly involved with them, had an idea of what you were working on and would compassionately ask you how things were going or congratulate you on reaching a goal.
I get home and search the basement to find the two tools needed to complete my strategy in undermining the government’s efforts from contaminating my food. I find what I need is in just the places I knew to look. The duct tape sat dutifully in the toolbox. And the six-pack sized Igloo resting alongside it’s larger cooler counterpart.