The following, like me, is a work in progress.  It's a personal tale that is painful to write, as I remember the struggles trying to navigate through the labyrinthine pits and treacherous heights of my mind.  I share it because I know I am not alone in these experiences.  I share it because I know there is hope for those who have none.  I share it to let you know that you are not alone.  But, in sharing my story, I'm doing this for me, because I need to get it out.  I need to make sense of it all.  After being broken so many times, I need to put the pieces back together in a new, independent synthesis of wholeness with purpose.

This is a short story about a girl who feels she is not complete. It is somewhat true to my own feelings. Please comment so I know what you thought about the story.

Youthful confidence...

An open letter to the people addressing the lack of spirituality and compassion in psychiatry/mental health.

As near as I can tell psychiatrists are the high priests of the new religious order. The language they use may differ but when it comes down to where the cheese binds, psychiatry's attitudes, superstitions and social control function are not significantly different from those of the medieval-era Church.