Fancy Doctor
I’m spiraling and my mother made me
See a strange woman with a spiteful stare
And I used big words like
Trick-o-till-o-mania and she laughs…
She thinks I make things up.
I think she isn’t worth the frame holding the degree on her wall. Continue reading “BRIGID HANNON”
SAFE (BATH)ROOM
Riddle: “What is full of emptiness?”
RE: Roadblocks to Justice?
Leaked! Continue reading “Lemmy Renee”
There is a difference between a ‘fabricative realist’ (one who invents a reality for the purpose of manipulating or holding control over another) and a ‘deluded realist’ (one who believes in the reality that a person with more power convinces them to believe).
Neither fabricative realism nor deluded realism is realist realism: it is a situational realism that forms between two parties in a relationship that is built on a significant power differential, a power differential primarily based on access to information.
A perfect example of this might be found in the traditional therapist-client relationship. Continue reading “The Therapist and The Two Realities of Power”
Nekoye
by Alexander Opicho
It was Wenwa who prepared the grave in which the miscarried baby was buried. Continue reading “Nekoye”
Exposing Psycho: How Hitchcock’s Famous Film Aided in My Recovery from Trauma
For Becky and Ryan
“Film should be stronger than reason.” –Alfred Hitchcock Continue reading “Jacqueline Wilson”
Madwomen in the Attic is excited to announce that during the upcoming MITA year, we will launch The Barbara Project.
The Barbara Project is a mental health literacy and advocacy project that aims to bring readers and reading into psychiatric facilities. Continue reading “The Barbara Project”
Her gorgeous eyes stare at me
from a computer screen
as the headlines scream
Amy Winehouse, dead at 27 Continue reading “Giovanna Capone”
In 2017, while I was incarcerated against my will in a psychiatric institution in Buffalo, NY for ten days, I shared a room with a woman I will never forget.
She was Barbara to me at the time, although on one occasion, I asked her for her last name and I wrote it down in my composition notebook. Tonight, I looked through the pages of that notebook for her name. I have not been able to bear to look at what I had written during my time in hell with my friend until now. I found what I could handle reading for tonight. Three words:
Barbara Warren Jones. Continue reading “Justice for Barbara Warren-Jones”
