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...
