I just had one of those, yes, yes, yes moments and for the first time it had nothing to do with sex. I read a blog entry by Corrina West who I discovered on the wonderful Mad in America website. She had written a piece called What a new role for psychiatrists would look like and it included a link for undiagn
ose me. This is what I found when I followed the link:
The UnDiagnosing Emotional Distress alternatives say:
Undiagnosing Emotional Distress. Sometimes it’s not genetic. Sometimes it’s:
- Past trauma experiences
- Lack of social connections
- Job fit or career goals
- Grief
- Loss of hope
- Disconnection with our creator
- Drug Use
- Nutrition, exercise, or sleep habits
I almost leaped out of my seat because everything she listed except for the thing about the creator matched the things I have experienced. In my earlier blogs about the onset of my distress, I talked about many of these things. I had lost hope, my sleep had been out of whack, I had used drugs and I had a mismatch of career choices. I was not good enough in doing the the things for which I had prepared in college and I needed to learn something new.
In my new role as a certified peer specialist I think back to the old Fleetwood Mac song Landslide. “I climbed a mountain and I turned around. ” The hardest part was convincing myself I wouldn’t start falling backward. I have begun handling the seasons of my life as I grow older. Can you imagine how refreshing and liberating it would be for a psychiatrist to talk with you about not being a patient but a fully emerged human being? I have an appointment scheduled next month at the VA where I intend to give my psychiatrist an opportunity to do that very thing. Doctor, doctor, give me the news. I’ve got a bad case of doing well And I want some more.
Related articles
- What a new role for psychiatrists might look like (madinamerica.com)








