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A Short Letter to a Long Lost Friend

Following on from the previous post, here’s another sample from my forthcoming zine “Belated Letters of the Self Indulgent Closure Kind”:

Dear Raymond,

Why don’t you wander on over to that beloved stereo of yours and turn your equally beloved Napalm Death off for a moment and read this letter in the silence that befits the occasion. Whether you received and read my last two attempts to reach out to you I do not know, for you did not reply. In fact the second attempt was returned to me with ‘unknown at this address’ sprawled across the front. You were once known at that address. I knew you there. At least I thought I did. Read more

A Letter to a Psychiatrist

Hello folks! I’m writing a new zine tentatively titled “Belated Letters of the Self Indulgent Closure Kind”. Here’s a sample:

Dear Dr. Henderson.

Please find enclosed a psychiatric assessment for yours truly which in diligent detail (a feature foreign to your own assessments) confirms my diagnosis of bipolar disorder, a diagnosis which you previously dismissed based on your antiquated diagnostic methods and misguided belief that all who are subject to this diagnostic classification must have a gambling problem. In addition to the diagnosis of bipolar disorder, another point of difference in the enclosed assessment compared to your own is the absence of factual errors concerning my mental health history. When one takes care to listen to his or her patient a more accurate evaluation often results – perhaps you could try it.

Kindest Regards,
Skully

I hope your weekend is fine!

Wanking the Lexicon

Robert Manne is the first commentator I have heard to acknowledge that Julian Assange is a wonderful writer. And he should know. In contrast to the long list of glorified pundits who have offered little more than superficial commentaries on Assange, Manne actually took the time to read and analyse his extensive articles and internet postings while researching this monster essay for The Monthly.

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I Hit Myself

..well, I used too. Why? Fuck knows. Just one of those weird and unhelpful ways the mind tries to deal with shit I guess. A couple of summers ago I was acutely stressed and frustrated with myself. Hitting myself became a mechanism to cope.

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Lumosity – One Month Update

I signed up to the brain training website Lumosity a month ago to see what improvements I could make to my ole grey matter. Here’s my report, one month in.

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Finding Purpose and Meaning in Life (via Google)

To help find more purpose and meaning in my life I conducted a little experiment. I typed “what to do with my life” into the Googles and vowed, without cynicism or judgement, to do as the results instructed.

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Lumosity for Mental Health and Language Learning?

I recently became one of the ever growing converts to Lumosity, a “brain training” website that claims to enhance cognitive function in the areas of attention, problem solving, memory, flexibility and speed. Although I remain cautious about its actual real world benefits, here I explain why I signed up and what I hope to achieve.

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To Have a Diagnostic Review or Not?

I’ve been sitting on my GP’s referral to see a new psychiatrist for a diagnostic review for nearly two months now. The referral was prompted by a psychotic episode late last year. It lasted three days and, frankly, the most traumatic thing about it was digesting the realisation that my mind was capable of splitting from reality in such a dramatic fashion, rather than the experience of the psychosis itself. Read more