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 | Jul 12, 2017 | my kind of crazy, science and technology, writing on writing
I am a child of the Internet: I first started using my dad’s Apple IIe when I was about 6, and two years later I was firing up ye olde 2600 baud modem on my mom’s new Packard Bell 386 to try out Prodigy for DOS. It was 1988, before the WWW was even...
by Tasha Fierce | May 5, 2017 | disability, my kind of crazy
For the last 5 weeks, I have been psych med free. I’m kind of ecstatic. I’ve been on some kind of psychiatric medication since I was 14 years old. I’m 37 now. For nearly 23 years of my life – the majority – I’ve lived under a kind...
