“Seniors” Rant by Don Weitz
A rant dedicated to all “seniors” in geriatric wards and nursing homes
we’re sick we’re stuck we’re fucked
we’re labelled we’re libelled
“demented” “incompetent”
The Hopkins Doctor Diagnoses Me by Ann Bracken
The Hopkins psychiatrist glances up at me,
then looks at my chart.
“I remember the first time—and the second—when the depression lifted
I felt like a party girl.”
How long did that last?
“A couple of days…three, maybe.”
That’s a couple of days too long.
You have all the signs of bipolar II.
Hearts Are Meant to be Fed Love, Not latrogenic Harm by Rebecca Donaldson
I wish you had tried to understand what had happened to me, but in the end, you lacked empathy.
I tried to convey to you...
To My New Shrink by M.J. Hudson
A schizo still causing a commotion
long after being corrected by the law,
I, a jaded boozer, long unemployed,
after waking where madmen drown
waiting for a fair...
The labels… by Clare-Star Knighton
I’m peeling off the labels, The adjustment disorders, the bipolar disorder,
I’m peeling off the labels, the borderline - the avoidant - the emotionally unstable personality disorders.
I’m peeling off the labels, to find ME, MEEEE that’s hidden.under.all.these.labels!
poem by ElizaM
Jonesing
You can say it's for drugs and think what you want, but drugs are no substitute for love.
Think what you will and say what...
My Journey: On and Off Psychotropic Drugs by Jane Kotze
Before this slippery slope, I wasn’t the quietest,
I was just eighteen, when I saw a psychiatrist.
Much had happened, for my soul to aggravate,
For pseudoscience,...
Moonlight Mystery by Jason Aull
Lively do the shadows play
Within the darkened lonely way
Few dare tread along the deep
Where hatreds children play with sleep
Rage and laughter fill the day
As...
War in Utopia by Anonymous
the sanest of men are here
they are not carrying weapons
even if they fight against
ticking dynamite
no gunshells against people who walk on eggshells
they have pens...
Silent Conflict by Cyndi
You never wanted to be the girl who cried wolf. How selfish it is to tell someone about the beast you hold inside when...
Thank You for the Somatoform Disorder Diagnosis (or Psychiatry Needs Therapy) by Anonymous
The psychiatrist sits across the room
While asking me questions about how the
Medication is going
Seldom looking over at me
As she types my responses at her...
Avoid Bad Psychiatrist by Sam Kris
A psychiatrist and a person are having a conversation:
Day 1.
Person: “I’m so depressed, because my dog died.”
Psychiatrist: “It’s a disorder inside you. I’ll help...
On Becoming a Butterfly by Michael Robin
On Becoming a Butterfly
Little did I know,
the end was just the beginning
Like the caterpillar,
I shed my old skin as if I was supposed to...
Meditations in the Garden of Good and Evil by John-Arthur Ingram
October 15th 3:54am Holiday Inn Express Room 321 or 123
I.
I am death. I am life.
I am Satan. I am God.
I am predator. I am...
25 Years of Consciousness, and They Still Haven’t Cured My Suffering by Sarah Myers
After I went to the Association for the Scientific Study of Consciousness conference this weekend, I sat down with all the consciousness researchers to...
Hope For The Mentally Ill by Richard Plowden
How long does it take to totally change your life?
One instant.
How long does it take to turn hatred into love?
One instant.
How long does it...
My Mood as Room by Calvin May
I suffocate in the heat of my pitch black room.
I cannot find the door.
And cut my feet on the broken glass strewn
All over the...
Third Eye by Katarina Bucic
A secret city exists in your mind, where left brain and right brain bind. In the center of your eyes, but hidden behind, where your consciousness is aligned. The source of awareness for mankind
A Love Poem for the Girls with ‘Borderline’ by Rebecca Donaldson
I want to write a love poem for the girls who have been branded with, “Borderline.”
I want to write a love poem for the...
Neuroleptic Skeptic by Jeffrey Powell
It’s just a little pill
that they say will fix your nerves;
An antipsychotic
- which will normalize your aim.
“We need you to fit in
and we need...
I Am Not Your Pejorative Label by Rebecca Donaldson
I wish you had tried to understand what had happened to me, but in the end, you lacked empathy.
I tried to convey to you...
Psychotic Akathisia by Marci Webber
This thing that stirs can’t be overcome.
It starts like a steady, aching hum
Do Not Swallow the Pill by Anonymous
Do not swallow the pill, This condensed mass of powder That the world has convinced you Will “fix” you, your “problematic” self My darling, you are not broken You are not lost, you are not crumpled You are merely a being living In a society, in a culture That you were never meant to be forced into
The Day I Became Schizophrenic
Schizophrenia, to me, is nothing more than a word. All it really means is that you experience psychosis on a regular enough basis that it’s a factor in your life. And that you actually do, as the word “schizophrenia” indicates, have a mind that you share with some sort of outside presence.
On the Birth of Pandemonium by David Penner
One, two, three walls three, omniscient was the
Fourth in darkness - unvanquished the barren
Causeway. Armies of howling seraphim, cascading
On a lake of fire; Mulciber...
