Society only condemns self-medication selectively. Some addictions are labeled destructive, while others are praised as ambition, discipline, or devotion. A sardonic reflection on coping mechanisms, trauma, and the addictions that “photograph well.”
Category: Wasteland therapy
You Can’t Go Home Again
A visit to a newly opened emergency department forces reflections on grief, regret, lost careers, unhealthy coping, and the painful realization that some versions of home can never truly be returned to.
Sir, Have You Tried Going Outside?
A sardonic companion piece examining the strange political rediscovery of “holistic care,” internet wellness culture, and the increasingly bizarre idea that psychiatrists have somehow never heard of therapy, exercise, or vegetables.
We Were Basically Free-Range Children
A sardonic look back at Generation X childhoods, lawn darts, unsupervised bike expeditions, drinking from hoses, and the accidental development of independence before helicopter parenting became a full-time occupation.