I don't like to say that mental illness is like physical illness, or disease. When I think of ill people, I see patients in hospitals lying in beds, wired up, the truth of their bodily condition beeping out of machines, externalised and publicised for any trained ear. Doctors do not particularly need to know them to … Continue reading Choice and Identity in Mental Illness.
The friendships I value the most are ones in which vulnerability has played a big part. When the other person has parts of themselves offered up on the line. Raw unfiltered words from a friend to me is what keeps the existential loneliness bay. I understand it’s very difficult to wear your vulnerability with pride. Me … Continue reading The Attractiveness of Vulnerability