Being in-between

Over the summer, I spent 6 weeks in my native Poland, mostly writing a new book. It was the longest opportunity to speak only Polish I have had for a long time. As I welcomed the opportunity, it also became a source of frustration, and a little identity crisis. I actually started asking myself the question of who I was. And it was all about how we address each other. Continue reading “Being in-between”

On the right to have a story

I have spent the last few weeks reading stories of people who attempted suicide. Some of them were very poignant, very emotional, some of them very factual, almost without any emotionality. All of them very hard to read. But what binds those stories together is how at odds they are with any attempt to police the ‘language of suicide’. Some people might find this post controversial.

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When a psychiatrist stops crying…

I’ve attended many conferences at which I met psychiatrists, attending the International Congress of the Royal College of Psychiatrists, however, was my first psychiatric conference. It was an interesting experience, so I would like to reflect on it here. I will start with the good things, then I will say a little about the bad things, and then I will write about the session I participated in.

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