I wasn’t able to arrange any interviews. The doctors in the Senegalese mental hospitals were defensive, fearful that I would paint a bad picture of conditions, or busy. The assurances of the State Department staff who were helping me didn’t sooth this naive patriotism or persuade them to give me half an hour, but I […]
I’ve been in three time zones this trip
Why am I doing this? I don’t want to go mad.
My latest video in the series called My Life with Bipolar Disorder.
Black lives with mental illness matter, too.
I read because I want to understand this strange state of mind that seizes me at unlikely times.
Sometimes I have an appetite for fixing people.
Let us realize that for every poem, there are many long dark nights of the soul that the sufferer would prefer to be without.
The future remains an unprinted page whereupon there are no answers.
You think you have The Beast sealed under a layer of concrete, but the covering proves to be no stronger than a sheet.
The moral of this story is that you are not damned by your genes. They are not a curse, they are not predestination.