“Kings Park: Stories from an American Mental Institution” will screen in Arlington at the Regent Theatre on the morning of Friday October 10th, at 9:30 am, at the Mad in America International Film Festival. Director Lucy winer will be there for a Q&A after the screening! Below is more info about the festival, a description of the film, as well as a link to the new trailer.
I had a really bad week: stomach pain, nausea, diarrhea, and really thick brain fog. I thought maybe I was getting the flu, but my symptoms didn’t mature into flu and I couldn’t understand why brain fog would be a part the deal.
I was looking at my situation trying to figure it out, and thought to myself, “Wow, this really feels like transitioning onto a new medication.” And then it occurred to me: I had been taking a different generic Lamictal than my usual Teva. Yeah, I know some folks hate Teva with a passion, but it’s what I started with a decade ago and remains very good to me.
I also know many doctors and pharmacists tell us all the time that all generics are equal – they are not. This is, I believe, a major reason so many of us who want to try to maintain a steady medication regime have horrible side-effects, adverse reactions, and generally bad experiences with various medications: the crummy generics and constant switching of brands every time we refill a script.
Thankfully found in my cupboard a partial bottle of Teva brand Lamotrigine. But, I was so sick from the shitty “Lamictal” I wasted an entire day sleeping off the horrid effects of the other stuff.
Feeling much better now.
Standing on the precipice of tipping over into a half-century of living, I joyfully look forward to my 51st birthday on September 10th, which also marks World Suicide Prevention Day.
It’s been nine solid years years since I stopped my repeated attempts to kill myself. I am happier now than ever. A young friend is here from Australia via Toronto to celebrate, and, with my girlfriend, prepare a birthday dinner for a fun, private evening.
But, I still can remember when I was in the slough of despond for so many long years. I remember how it was to feel helpless and in dangerous despair. I never want to go there again. The good news is I no longer find myself in the very dark spaces I once occupied. In fact, I feel very distanced from that person who was not-me for 42 years.
Another 5-Star review of Beautiful Wreck: Sex, Lies & Suicide:
“I’m not often comfortable when writers delve into their darkness – addictions, depression, suicide attempts – and speak about them so honestly – shining a light into that darkness, so to speak. Something about this author’s matter of factness of description, however, brought me methodically into her world and made the subject matter intense and vivid but never lurid and exploitative. I felt I was accompanied the entire time by a clear eyed survivor who had made it through her own hell and lived to tell the tale. Well worth the read.”