Ayurvedic Medicine

A friend of mine, in a discussion about my panic and anxiety attacks, suggested I try Ayurvedic medicine. Quoth my friend: Maybe you would benefit from studying some Eastern medicine and seeing an Ayurvedic doctor. Western medicine is so misled and prescribing people pills does little to help their psychological ailments. It is patently falseContinueContinue reading “Ayurvedic Medicine”

στίγμα

I’m a marked man. I have a social στίγμα. Or a few stigmata.  Perhaps that’s where my anxiety and jealousy are rooted. I have so many defects, real or perceived. What, in reality, is a defect any way? Whatever it is aside from social psychological standpoint, it’s real in its consequences. It’s what you might callContinueContinue reading “στίγμα”

Darwin & Me

The names Charles Darwin and Dustin Hartley do not belong in the same sentence, but look what I just did. I put his name and mine in the same sentence. We really don’t have much in common. Darwin was a genius, whereas a few people get the mistaken impression that I am a genius. DarwinContinueContinue reading “Darwin & Me”

Livin’ La Vida Loca

I love books, and I’m impulsive. And it was Laura’s birthday, and I tend to get myself gifts for others’ birthdays. There aren’t many options for books in Corning on the weekends, when the thrift stores are closed. Therefore, I had was left with only one option: Buy Me by Ricky Martin, his memoir, atContinueContinue reading “Livin’ La Vida Loca”

Residential Care Facility Notes

Introduction An in-home worker pissed me off, so I threw her eyeglasses across the room. The in-home worker called the police. The cop tried to arrest me for simple assault. I walked away from him, so he sprayed me with mace. His aimed sucked, so he did get any good shots on me. He probablyContinueContinue reading “Residential Care Facility Notes”

Psychiatric Ward

I just got out of the psychiatric ward in Ottumwa, Iowa. There are some crazy people there. And I thought I was nuts! Oh yes, I am. My admission diagnosis was “suicidal ideation.” It could have been depression and anxiety. Or they could have written, “life sucks.” There I was in the psychiatric hospital. .ContinueContinue reading “Psychiatric Ward”