Between your wit and your videos, I was almost moved to start my own blog (well, almost…HaHa!) Wonderful job.
I really enjoyed what you had to say, and more than that, how you presented it.
Too cool!

I saw a great documentary last night about the emergence of hip hop culture from the south bronx. It helped me remember that it is a huge thing to hurt and heal and how not retaliating can change the world. Kings of rubble, check it out.

I started a post about making money off madness, something that is very hard for me to think about. I am grateful for the opportunity to really work through it and consider how infighting wastes our greatest recovery resources.

I have to acknowledge that I said some things in this blog that were a response to deep hurts.

I was concerned that I published it too early and that it was too raw.

Thank you for your comment as it helps me decrease my sense of invisibility.

I pray for moderate subsistence pay for meaningful work. I am ….disstressed that so many don’t get it

Regarding “full of people who take the money from the system” . Who cut the persons (figurative) legs off? Can a person make enough money to pay the rent, pay for food and every other necessity after being damaged by psychiatry AND then have the time to fight mandatory worship of magical chemicals?

When I go on a paid vacation which is rare, my first days off are full of rage pain and trauma because I am leaving behind the good people who support me, many of whom do not get vacation other than sitting in smoke in the recesses of board an care homes in war torn neighborhoods.

Just yesterday, a Saturday, in an exceedingly low mood, I visited one who has become a friend in a nursing home who is dying of lung cancer. I found myself incredibly lifted to see how much exercise he got opening the smokes and Coca Cola I brought him. He decided with me and the CNA to walk back to his room with Jackie Wilson playing in the background. Back in the safety of his dealth bed, he invited me back much sooner this time. I had reminded him of highs and lows he’d shared with me at his various board and care homes. He smiled this time instead of raging at me.

When the CNA asked him if he was ever married, I explained he had many many wives.

“I’ve had fifty five women.” he said.

“One of them was Michelle Obama,” I added.

That earned me a bump.

The day before I had taken a vacation day to present at a conference; once again to a near empty audience. Having donated many many hours pro bono and all of my innovations and ideas, what busted my mood was the lies that went on in a persistent manner throughout the day in the name of funding.

What had gone on behind the scenes was extremely unhealthy. Some had been resilient and grown, and the youth had gotten help but hated the experience. I was responsible for the whole deal and was just so damn hurt. In the end the fact that I had again been lied to and manipulated was burning strong in my brain.

As Bruce Springsteen says, “It’s like when the truth has been spoken and it don’t make no difference, something in your heart grows cold.”

In the end I am grateful for what I do and that i am not working this hard just to go to bed hungry as I once did.

But I hear and feel your words strongly and sense there is a lot of experience and truth in them.

I wanted to help Mad become open and strong members on our local treatment teams here in Lincoln Nebraska where the effects of the institutions and homelessness leave many unable and unwilling to come into a voluntary European movement. Ultimately, it’s not up to me what happens.

When it comes down to it mental health silos result in massive amounts of pure American corn. I think it is very corny that we don’t work together in the name of recovery and that there are so many lies and so much waste. Maybe it’s not only that we get paid but what we do to stock pile corn that restricts recovery in this day and age.

Thank you for your comment, I am off to work on my next post

Sincerely,

Clyde Dee