Two Weeks in the Psych Ward

Two Weeks in the Psych Ward

In the common ward of the psychiatric facility, I was certain my condition was worsening because of the atmosphere. In that motley crew of recovering addicts and schizos, I found friendship and the will to go on.
“A Face-Mask Will Do Me Good”: What We Get Wrong about “Self-Care”

“A Face-Mask Will Do Me Good”: What We Get Wrong about “Self-Care”

I have unscrupulously indulged in shopping for clothes because “it made me feel better”, spent extravagantly on meals because “I was having a good time” and bought expensive hair products as “an investment in my future self”. I was slowly but surely haemorrhaging my bank account under the guise of “self-care”, yet I wasn’t feeling any good.