wounded not sick
Welcome to this new place, Wounded Not Sick. This is a special place where secrets and fears can be shared, and where being anonymous is encouraged, although certainly not required.
I’ll tell my secret first.
I’ve worked in medical mental health for a lot of years, and I believed that a lot of good happened there. But lately I’m starting to see a lot of less good is happening there, and I am frightened and disillusioned. What I see is that change for the better is not happening from within this broken system, and probably will never happen from within, because the system itself is self-perpetuating, and the honest truth is [insert drumroll] there is no money in curing mental illness. There is, sadly, money to be made diagnosing young people with chronic and persistent mental “illnesses” – schizoaffective disorders, mood disorders, and personality disorders.
Schizophrenia, bi-polar, borderline personality. Social anxiety. Antisocial tendencies.
Terms and labels that make us think of school shooters and crazy people pushing shopping carts and living under bridges and not functioning.
Let me tell you a secret.
Sometimes medical psychiatry causes people not to function. Sometimes miracle drugs look more like behavior control than good medicine.
Sometimes helping looks more like hurting.
And I lie awake in my bed at night wondering how I can continue to be a part of this.