I Wash My Hands in the Muddy Waters of the Mental Health System

What was emerging now was different than anything I had experienced prior.   I had just gotten support from relationships I had built over the past year at the Quaker meeting-for-worship.   Maybe my situation at work had been getting whispered about among my friends. Maybe my spirit was exuding a sense of desperation. Either … Continue reading I Wash My Hands in the Muddy Waters of the Mental Health System