Although our stories have an incredible amount of variety, we are united by the harms we’ve experienced in the psychiatric system. The psychiatric system needs to be held accountable for the violence and coercion we survived. Read our stories to understand our rage, mourn with us, and celebrate our resistance.
The World is Paused for Me
There’s just so much time here. Time is currency and it ebbs and flows. Sometimes five minutes is a lifetime because there are only so many things we can do and hear before we go mad. And sometimes an hour is too fast to do anything at all-I understood what he meant about the clocks in One Flew over the Cuckoo’s Nest now. But time does flow. I think the hallway is where time moves and sitting still is where it stops. When I open my door, I let some of the time bleed through.