I'm an addict, also by way of a legal prescription gone awry, who went through detox and rehab several times before finally getting clean. I'm also the sister of a schizophrenic brother who died of an overdose a few years ago. I need to express that I found myself offended several times by this author's determination to be special. The need to be perceived as unique is palpable. We are all different. Every human being is unique. That is the nature of the individual.
That is as true of schizophrenics as it is the rest of us.
This author might benefit from being informed that there is nothing ordinary about a Menlo Park Mall parking lot traffic jam. There's nothing ordinary about that being a challenge one is comfortable with. Believing that a Cinnabon is a reward for standing up to anything, and having that mean everything in the world, is a form of mental illness that coexists with its own special form of spiritual sickness. It is exponentially more dangerous than anything else within this experience because of the mass delusion that this is ordinary. It's normal.
There is nothing normal about spending a large percentage of our lives either consuming or lined up in vehicles powered by an energy source that destroys the air that we breathe in order to stay alive.
There is nothing sane about that at all. Being expected to accept the life of the consumer, having it stamped and approved "SANE", is the very thing that is driving humanity crazy.
What a beautiful expression of empathy and compassion in the face of one’s own confused anguish! Heart connecting with heart.
What a wonderful beginning to this story. The point of view is so clear -- and such beautiful and vivid details. I want to read her book now.
I'm an addict, also by way of a legal prescription gone awry, who went through detox and rehab several times before finally getting clean. I'm also the sister of a schizophrenic brother who died of an overdose a few years ago. I need to express that I found myself offended several times by this author's determination to be special. The need to be perceived as unique is palpable. We are all different. Every human being is unique. That is the nature of the individual.
That is as true of schizophrenics as it is the rest of us.
This author might benefit from being informed that there is nothing ordinary about a Menlo Park Mall parking lot traffic jam. There's nothing ordinary about that being a challenge one is comfortable with. Believing that a Cinnabon is a reward for standing up to anything, and having that mean everything in the world, is a form of mental illness that coexists with its own special form of spiritual sickness. It is exponentially more dangerous than anything else within this experience because of the mass delusion that this is ordinary. It's normal.
There is nothing normal about spending a large percentage of our lives either consuming or lined up in vehicles powered by an energy source that destroys the air that we breathe in order to stay alive.
There is nothing sane about that at all. Being expected to accept the life of the consumer, having it stamped and approved "SANE", is the very thing that is driving humanity crazy.
We need stories like this
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