In response to How Can We Get Them To Understand? By Overcoming Schizophrenia Blog “some people do not think mental illness exists”. I like this response…

Anonymous:

In response to Sandy's comment, I would refer her to look up CIT Training (Crisis Intervention Team). Palm Beach County, FL, now has over 800 CIT trained officers and first responders and it makes a big difference for people with mental illness in crisis. CIT officers are able to diffuse escalating situations and people are either taken to mental health facilities where they can get the help they need or calmed down -- not taken to jail where they don't belong! I would like to ask Sandy if she thinks people with mental illness should be in jail or in a hospital? Education is the key to overcoming ignorance.

…The same thing happened with Fight Club, an extremely violent film that, as I discovered, is not actually about violence at all. What finally did it for me was South Park, whose purpose seems to be to demonstrate that profanity, violence and perversion are out of control in American popular culture. (I have to look away from most violence I see. However the other option is just accepting it, but id rather not.)

- BEING CRAZY IS NOISY – being forced to draw

- Cool animation type mental health break

- Dualism Nondualism may be viewed as the understanding or belief that dualism or dichotomy are illusory phenomena. Examples of dualisms include self/other, mind/body, male/female, good/evil, active/passive, dualism/nondualism and many others. My idea: yin and yang.

On Means: Eckhart Tolle to Gandhi to Tolle – some good spirituality

Psiplex said... This really struck a chord. Focused attention on the NOW, for me, always brings in a sense of gratefulness and thanks. It is cascading feeling that magnifies the beauty of the moment and each miracle of awareness. If it s flower, the beautiful expanse of a cloudless sky, the chirping of a bird (<-- psychosis for me when I am psychotic)

Ramana Maharshi: to checkout

Best Porn Name: Magic Johnson

Ep 2

I remember drinking at my friend’s house in Fairfax. When my friends Jesse and Ashley showed up and asked me if I wanted to join them at some parties. We walked out to their cars- they both drive mustangs and then they had a handle in their trunk so I started to drink there. They then drove me to another party where we brought in a handle of Jack Daniels and started to play drinking games with one-another. It turns out that these kids went to Harvard. After drinking there we then drove off again to another party. This time it was in a desolate house in the dark and we drove into the backyard where there was a bonfire. Everyone’s cars were parked out beside the fire and we started to drink there. Their cars were open and blasting Pantera because Dimebag Darrell had just passed away. It turns out my brother was there. I then remember tripping and falling into the fire, my brother grabbing me, and then I blacked out. The next morning I woke up in my bed and I pulled the covers down and I was covered in black soot and I smelled like a bonfire. I then puked and had a headache.