by Tasha Fierce | Apr 23, 2018 | magical depressive realism, my kind of crazy
I made a decision recently to extricate myself from a couple projects that I took on while I was on an upswing, and no longer have the energy to be a part of. When I did this, I knew I was doing what was necessary given my recent struggles. Still, I’ve been...
by Tasha Fierce | Apr 10, 2018 | disability, magical depressive realism, my kind of crazy
Even before I stopped taking medication, I stopped going to therapy. I didn’t have a therapist through most of the withdrawal process; only at the very beginning did I seek out a psychologist because I thought it would be safe. But I just found myself arguing...
by Tasha Fierce | Apr 5, 2018 | disability, magical depressive realism, my kind of crazy
Time is a major fuel for my crazy—I worry about how much I have left in my life, how much we have left as a society, and how much we have left on this earth. Most often, though, my anxiety around time is centered on how little of it I have in each day that I can...
by Tasha Fierce | Apr 4, 2018 | my kind of crazy
I’m about to head into my third quarter at UCLA and I wanted to make time to write an update on how things are going with my mental health. This is a conversation with my past self—I’m quoting my previous essay on withdrawing from psych meds in order to...
by Tasha Fierce | Dec 21, 2017 | events
Greetings folks, I’ll be performing some of my work at the Winter Solstice Concert and Fundraiser for the Solidarity House of the South on Saturday, December 23. If you’re in the Los Angeles area, come on by from 6-10 pm and support this organization! For...
