Towards reclaiming my birthright, part 2: divest from cure, control, & contain

by Tasha Fierce | Apr 4, 2019 | disability, magical depressive realism, my kind of crazy

[In the first installment of this series, I talked about my politics in general and how the connections between systems of oppression and my personal experience have become incredibly salient to me. Here I want to talk about how that awakening impacted my attitude...

Some thoughts on craziness and meds

by Tasha Fierce | Dec 19, 2018 | disability, my kind of crazy, talkin' greasy

CW: mental illness, suicide This week Kanye West and Chance the Rapper’s manager and some other folks decided to share a few thoughts on mental illness and medications that were less than ringing endorsements of the latter. In the midst of a Twitter rant against...

Towards reclaiming my birthright, part 1: awakening

by Tasha Fierce | Aug 31, 2018 | bodies and fatness, magical depressive realism, my kind of crazy

[CW: suicide, r*pe, internalized fatmisia] I come to this page with absolutely no idea how to say what I want to say. But I’m here, and I’m gonna try. First: let me stop assuming that everyone who comes across my work is familiar with my backstory....

Flowchart to explain my recent existential depression

by Tasha Fierce | Jul 14, 2018 | disability, my kind of crazy

primary conflict: i know i’m insignificant in the grand scheme of things, but i need to believe i’m talented (aka special) in some way to motivate myself to try. why (is this a problem)? 1.   the odds are stacked against me due to my: i. non-traditional (read:...

Considering ways of instantiating freedom in an unfree world

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...

Using the master’s tools to build a shack outside so you can be alone (aka navigating disability gatekeeping in the educational system)

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...