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A former physician writes about mental health and recovery using insights from life, science, and spiritual practice.








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    • Dear Visitors:
      Although I trained and practiced as a physician, my background does not include formal instruction in psychiatry beyond basic medical education. This journal presents ideas about treatment philosophy, but must not be considered therapeutic advice. Abrupt changes in one's psychiatric medications can trigger profound cognitive, emotional, and physical symptoms, including suicidal thoughts and actions. Consequently, pharmaceutical agents should not be increased or decreased without supervision by a mental health clinician.

    • ON THE OTHER HAND, your brain belongs to you, and your opinion counts. If you decide that changing your medication regimen will serve your best interest, then I believe your providers have an obligation to help you try to achieve your goals. I want everyone to be educated about their options, and do what will be most helpful for themselves. No one should feel pushed around by dogmatic and/or limited viewpoints, whether those of psychiatrists, anti-psychiatry advocates, or myself.


Working Less and Living More

Work and productivity. Who needs them?

This is a question much on my mind now that I’ve dropped back into retirement. The last post detailed my angst around this topic. Today I offer one line of thinking that helps me maintain sanity in the face of abundant free time.

Freud considered work one of the pillars of successful living. The vaunted Protestant work ethic remains a standard in this country, and it isn’t limited to Protestants or the United States. National economies are judged on the basis of Gross Domestic Product. Corporations celebrate increased productivity in their communications to stockholders.

Each of the sentences in the previous paragraph offers a different perspective on the value of working and production, but they all reach the same conclusion. Psychologists who disagree with Freud about almost everything else would still concur that work (along with love) leads to satisfaction. Religions of all stripes value community involvement, and many embrace concepts similar to the Buddhist one of Right Livelihood. Countries are deemed in ascension or decline depending on whether their economic output is growing or stagnating. And companies push their workforces ever harder in attempts to squeeze out more product per employee.

You can see these perspectives vary in their humanism. Psychologists value individual wellbeing. Spiritual leaders promote communal advancement and personal involvement. Nations insist on expansion. And corporations demand maximal profits. Most readers attracted to a blog like this will recognize the value of individual and collective health but question nationalism and blind profiteering. At least in principle, they would agree with the pursuit of Right Livelihood.

In principle, so do I. But what happens when repeated attempts at productive work fail? How does a person feel worthy when physical and mental difficulties limit employment?

Let me begin by saying that I continue to help out when possible. I try to support my friends. I do a little volunteering. I offer love and attention to my wife and dogs. Judging by the comments and emails, this blog seems to assist others in their growth. These are all contributions that should not be discounted. But my number of hours spent performing anything resembling work is embarrassingly small. I do a little, but not enough to count for much in this culture.

Does that matter? Can we be sure our conditioning to work, work, work makes sense?

Let’s investigate the above realms in reverse order, starting with the corporate. What percentage of manufacturing actually benefits the collective good? My guess is no more than half. The rapacious exploitation of resources and promiscuous marketing of gadgetry only hastens the collapse of our ecosystem. The heavy burdens placed on workers, who toil for subsistence while those higher on the socioeconomic scale reap vast profits, can hardly be viewed as beneficial.

It’s difficult to consider the community of nations healthy when each member strives to dominate as large a sphere as possible. The US struggles to maintain its influence as China rapidly aggrandizes power. Smaller countries fight neighbors with weaponry and trade laws. Granted, nations are gradually losing ground to corporations that defy geographical boundaries, but this only reduces local control over the environment and workplace laws. The decline of national power does nothing to slow the trend toward ever more production and consumption.

Perhaps we can dismiss the ethic of productivity as touted by corporations and nation-states. But can we feel morally justified in the pursuit of leisure? What of the spiritual and psychological motives for work?

Spiritually, we are called to help those in need. But this doesn’t necessarily imply long or difficult labor. Certainly, those with abundant energy and resources do well using their bounty for good works. But we who are more limited can feel fine doing less. Why not pick up a little litter while walking the dogs, and call it a day? Smiling at a friend, or even an enemy, offers a bit of support without burning up reserves. Helping out can be done on a small scale. I doubt there are divine forces condemning those who spend more time relaxing, and less time striving. After all, Jesus asked us to “consider the lilies, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin…” (Luke 12:27).

Psychologically, work helps because it gives meaning. The trick, then, is to find meaning with less work. This can be a challenge when we’ve been conditioned to measure the value of employment in terms of hours expended, dollars earned, or projects completed. But what if part of the value of a job comes from the freedom one enjoys by not spending all day working? There’s a hint of this in the way people plan for retirement. Why not combine work and retirement rather than doing first one and then the other? A society that builds labor-saving appliances would normally be expected to encourage leisure rather than labor. Maybe we can find more meaning with less effort.

No doubt these sound like shallow justifications for my lifestyle, now that I’ve given up on striving. But although I’m riffing on this topic out of personal necessity, I do think we have been seduced by a work ethic that might once have made sense but now makes us miserable. After all, the world doesn’t need more product; our ecosystem is screaming for relief. Unemployment would end if each employee worked a third fewer hours. People might feel joyous if they could spend more time with friends and family and less time toiling.

I’m not suggesting laziness, just studied leisure. I wouldn’t advocate hours in front of a television set, but why not spend some afternoons at the local park? How about daily meditations under a tree or weekly reading groups at the library? If there are any imperatives in life, one must be to enjoy the beauty of this miraculous cosmos. We can’t do that if we spend the bulk of our time working.


Addendum: Obviously, for some people economic necessity forces excessive labor. This is a social problem that needs to be solved at a higher level through better wages, etc. But it is also true that some of what seems like necessity is actually excess. Do people truly need all the goods and services they work to afford? Could we do without as many phones, cars, clothes, and gadgets? Could we survive in homes kept a little colder in the winter and hotter in the summer? Could we get by on less? I suspect most of us could.


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Will of All Trades, Master of None

The essay I’d written for today will be delayed. It was another piece about the unreliability of belief, based on the work of the late physicist David Bohm. I wrote it two days ago but postponed publishing because I’ve decided that sending out entries more often than every three days imposes on readers’ inboxes. Apparently this policy risks what happened today: a topic that sounded interesting before now seems less vital.

So what is ‘live’ for me today? Self doubt.

Thankfully, I’ve gotten pretty adept at accepting the big hardships. Physical pain, failure, and grief feel quite acceptable to me. They even seem to instruct me in wisdom. I can embrace them. On the other hand, right now nothing momentous is bothering me, yet I’m feeling bad about myself.

My life strikes me as eminently comfortable. I live in a lovely area with many nearby trails. The wetlands restoration outside the neighborhood gate is nearing completion so there are more waterways, marshes, and birds in view. I have time to enjoy the natural beauty and also to exercise and meditate for long periods every day. My life right now is nearly without stress: no business to fret about, no medical problems in need of attention, no family issues.

So what’s to complain about? The same thing that has come up for me over and over since my surgical career ended twelve years ago: aimlessness.

What is the point of my life if I have no gainful occupation? Can I find satisfaction merely from blogging? Why have I proven myself capable of working in so many fields while also demonstrating my inability to stick with any of them? How am I going to justify my existence now that professional endeavors no longer seem feasible?

In high school my mediocre performance and chronic delinquency pointed to an unpromising future. But as my senior year approached I found a passion: biology. It grew out of a lifetime interest that dated back to time with my grandfather, who showed me the insides of fish and chickens he prepared for meals, taught me how to cultivate mushrooms, and enlisted me to work in his vegetable gardens. My father had encouraged the curiosity by buying me the Visible Woman and Visible Man models. I’d tried to incubate quail eggs and had loved the nature classes offered at the camp where I spent six weeks every summer. First in Boy Scouts and later with friends, I’d gone on many camping and scuba diving trips around the Los Angeles area, which is rich with natural beauty once you get beyond the freeways.

As high school drew to a close, I found biology so fascinating that buckling down and doing homework suddenly seemed like a great idea. Before long I was at UC Berkeley earning nearly straight A’s. Ecology was the subject that most fascinated me, and I planned to become a marine biologist or some other species of naturalist. But all subjects piqued my interest, and I took a tremendous variety of classes. Soon, I was singled out as possessing strong analytical skills and was shunted into an honors physics sequence tailored to a select few of the most promising students. My father only seemed impressed by this latter turn of events, since he considered biology a ‘soft’ science. Overly influenced by his opinion, I abandoned ecology and decided to pursue neuroscience through graduate studies in biophysics.

Thus began a long, meandering career search in which I seldom felt myself on the right path. Faced with a future spent poking microelectrodes into nervous systems, I became bored and discouraged. I’d also broken up with my high school sweetheart, and my grandfather had recently died. My first major depression hit. A therapist convinced me to go to medical school, largely by telling me how much he wished he’d had the grades for it himself.

Learning about the human body did, in fact, fascinate me, but the practice of medicine terrified me. I did not have the proper attention to detail, and I continually worried about forgetting important steps in clinical care. At the same time, I found the eye remarkably beautiful and decided to specialize in ophthalmology largely on aesthetic grounds. Little did I understand that my choice would place me in one of the most detail-oriented subspecialties. After learning to perform cataract surgery and many other procedures, I decided to pursue further training in ocular oncology and then in reconstructive surgery. These fields offered slightly larger margins for error, and so seemed better suited to my personality. Plus, I liked the artistry of facial surgery.

I got a great job after my training, working at Kaiser. There were no administrative duties and lots of autonomy in patient care. I thrived. But my neck was not up to the strain, and as the pain increased my old fears resurfaced. During a manic episode I made a hasty decision to simply abandon my hard-earned career, rather than doing something smarter like reducing to half-time.

This led to an immediate collapse of my psychiatric health. After a couple of years spent recuperating, I began graduate study of biomedical computing; that lasted about two years before blowing up when the professor I’d planned to train under moved to another state. Then I taught high school biology for a term. After deciding that the life of a high school teacher wasn’t for me, I found a job with the California Department of Public Health teaching physicians about childhood lead poisoning. The work was fun and took me all over the State, but when it started to stress me out a bit my psychiatrist persuaded me to quit (which I think did me a disservice). For a time I looked into studying entomology and took some college classes in preparation, but that direction seemed too far afield after so much training in medicine. I next spent a couple of years preparing for graduate school in psychology, working as a volunteer counselor, but when the few institutions I applied to rejected me, I gave up. Through an informal internship, I then learned to work as a patient rights advocate in mental hospitals, but the pay seemed far too low. Finally came the acupuncture venture, which longterm WillSpirit readers already know about.

Do you get the sense that I’ve pursued a lot of different disciplines but abandoned all of them? I do. Ecology, neuroscience, biophysics, ophthalmology, ocular oncology, reconstructive surgery, bioinformatics, high school teaching, public health, entomology, counseling, advocacy, acupuncture, etc., etc., etc.

My hobbies have been similarly sporadic. Just as I was getting some recognition from local sculpture teachers as a figurative sculptor, I gave it up due to neck problems. Poetry periodically grabs me, but I usually get tired of it before too long. I’ve written some memoir pieces that instructors really liked, but I never follow through to create a sustained text. For some reason I keep the blog going, but probably only because it’s so easy.

Whew. That’s my long catalogue of aborted vocations and avocations. In the last few days I’ve spent time with a number of friends, each of whom seems really committed to his or her career path. Why have I never found a road worthy of ongoing effort? Why do I always seem to find reasons to change directions?

I have no good answer. It appears my personality permits me to be a Jack of all trades, but a master of none. This is intellectually fascinating but professionally suicidal. Back in college the professors seemed unanimous in their belief that I was headed toward a stellar future. What went wrong?

Clearly, part of the problem is that I’ve been too easily swayed by the opinions of others. And I’ve often chosen directions that made logical sense but had little appeal to my heart. Other times, I’ve ignored obvious limitations and pushed myself to tackle fields that were too stressful. I’ve acted impulsively and in the face of challenges have quit projects entirely rather than effect more nuanced changes. So I suppose there are lots of reasons, but most of all, there’s been a lack of staying power.

Given that I’m blessed with reasonable financial security, fairly good health, and endless free time, you’d think I’d feel happy even without employment. Instead, I’m working hard to prevent my psyche from beating up on itself about my inability to sustain a career. The only remedy seems to be meditation, which allows me to stop thinking about what’s happened and imagining what might have been. So I’m practicing intense mindfulness as much as possible, including while driving, walking the dogs, and swimming.

Just a week or two ago I felt beyond all this; I was ready to commit myself to spiritual growth and abandon the pursuit of worldly success. Circumstances seem to be forcing me to look at my situation despite my resolve to turn my back on career obsessions. Perhaps I need to better understand what went wrong before I’ll be able to accept it. Or maybe this productivity-oriented culture simply makes it difficult to find relief from this angst. In the end, of course, I must simply embrace my life and myself. But apparently I’m not quite there yet.

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Our Innate Hunger for Certainty

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Today’s post is just a (kind of) short addendum to yesterday’s treatise on conflict in mental health discussions. Mandy, my wife, pointed out another reason that people tend to cling tightly to narrowly defined solutions: fear of uncertainty. I agree with her that the discomfort we all have with ‘not knowing’ plays a role in the common scenario of debates about policy turning into heated arguments between adversaries who each are certain they have the right answer. Because uncertainty raises anxiety.

When quantum mechanics began to be elucidated early in the twentieth century, physicists started to see a fundamental role of chance in the structure and behavior of matter. The inescapability of uncertainty and randomness made Einstein uncomfortable. Even though his groundbreaking work on Brownian motion and the photoelectric effect helped usher in the quantum age, he still wrote (in a letter to Max Born) that he was “convinced that [God] does not throw dice”.

The idea of a non-deterministic universe strikes many as unsettling, to say the least. One of the objections to the theory of natural selection has always been that ‘believers’ insist that ‘God’ has orchestrated the creation of the universe, the earth, and life. Natural selection postulates that random mutations and probabilistic sorting of genes form the raw material of changes in life forms. If the mutations or gene combinations are advantageous, they get passed on to subsequent generations in larger numbers than if they cause the organism problems. With thousands and millions of iterations, these changes add up to dramatic alterations in living forms and ecologies. But the underlying engine of change, by that view, depends on haphazard events. This assaults the worldview of those who believe in a ‘hands-on’ God who directs events and answers prayers.

Some day I will write about how I believe how the universe may accommodate both probabilistic development, universal consciousness, and a certain kind of facilitated (rather than completely random) progression of history. My point right now is just that since the dawn of human self-awareness, people have had a strong need for predictability, and for a sense that they are not just adrift in a sea of chance. We prefer certainty over doubt, black and white over gray.

I heard an interview with a scientist who has written about why people need to be right. Despite a lot of internet searching I can find neither the scientist’s name nor the book, if it was a book, or I would reference them here. But the basic idea seemed to be that if you see a lion approaching, you need to ‘know’ without taking time to think, that the proper response is to flee. She who doubts hesitates, and she who hesitates is lost. Once decisions start being processed through cognitive and analytical channels, reactivity slows down, so that if an instant choice must be made one had better have a predetermined action pattern in place. There seems to be an innate demand for strong conviction.

So opening our minds to the possibility that our survival mechanism (whether medication, a specific kind of therapy, or a spiritual philosophy) might be fallible becomes quite difficult. We would rather hold tightly to the belief that our ‘answer’ is comprehensive, our world predictable, and our emotional safety assured.

So if I wrote yesterday’s post again, I would include our inherent uneasiness with uncertainty as another of the reasons why people become so bound to constricted views. A tightly defined, closed off ideology feels safer than one that is wide open, and leaves us aware of our vulnerability. We’d rather sit in a watertight box than risk feeling adrift in the random currents of fate.

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Respecting Different Paths to Mental Health Recovery

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The posts that prompt me to think the most often grow out of conversations with others. The reason I’ve not placed anything new in the main part of the blog for a couple of days is that I’ve been occupied in the ‘comments’ section discussing the pros and cons of diagnostic labels with Marian, who authors Different Thoughts. That interchange can be found in the comments thread following my last post: ‘A rose by any other name would smell as sweet’ (see comments numbered ten through eighteen). As you may recall, that previous essay arose out of my reading of two pieces written by Larry, the author of the Hopeworks Community blog. (One of his posts talked about diagnosis, and the other about semantics.) If one were to compile Larry’s work with my essay and the conversation between Marian and me, the result would be a pretty thorough coverage of the pluses and minuses of using a medical/diagnostic model to classify mental conditions.

If you read my responses to Marian, you’ll also see how I ended up regretting some of my words. While sleepless and fatigued at 3:00 am, I got caught up in my emotions, in my desire to protect others from being criticized for their choices, and in my sense that my viewpoints had been brushed off. I succumbed to the strong feelings and diametric divergence of opinions that plague so many discussions in behavioral health. My words conveyed an antagonism that left me feeling bad when I awoke after a few hours of sleep. My biggest concern in writing about mental health often centers on trying not to alienate people who disagree with me. I hope to convince others to broaden their perspectives, and coming down with too much hostility will never accomplish that. So I had to ask myself why my words had gone against my principles. They had become personal attacks rather than dissections of Marian’s analysis or challenges to what she considers factual statements.

I am human. I realize that getting angry and overreacting go hand-in-hand with belonging to this species. So rather than berating myself for violating my standards, it is more useful for me to explore why my defenses broke down. What prompted me to jump into the fray with the kind of vehemence I object to in those who only hammer their opinion into others, and barely listen to the reasoned views of people with whom they disagree? Why did I back away from my belief that words should be used to promote mutual understanding and bring people to common ground, rather than widening divisions and increasing ill-will?

When I first became (peripherally and recently) involved in the activist side of the mental health world, the sharp and frequent contention surprised me. That I walked into this cause without expecting huge controversy must seem silly to others. But I had a utopian picture, coming from my limited and one-sided experience of psychological services in an institution where all the clinicians and clients accepted the same treatment model. In that milieu, everyone worked together to figure out how to help the clients feel better. I had not agreed with everything that organization did, but I respected the practitioners, and found the entire effort admirable. Good people working as a team to accomplish a worthwhile goal satisfies my hopes for human potential. I knew disagreements about treatment approaches existed, and had actually left a previous psychiatrist because I concluded she was harming me. Since my heart boiled with fury about awful and permanent side effects, and years lost with my mind poisoned by too much medication, I should have known that outside of my protected enclave I would find others who harbored similar anger and frustration. And that they would not all agree. It did not take long to catch on to the reality that feelings run very high, agreement is rare, and all sides bring a burden of resentment to the table. The conflict heightens further in the face of the power possessed by doctors, police, and social workers to strip us of our civil rights with only nominal proof of necessity. The fact that lives can be saved or ruined in short order further amplifies the rancor and controversy.

The most pernicious tendency leading to ill-will between people who desire the same end (improved mental health care) is how easily we get locked into believing that ‘our way is the only way’, and that those who disagree with us have nothing valid to offer. Why do we get caught in the trap of imagining we have the one and only answer to mental health issues? Why is it so hard to accept that others may have equally constructive suggestions? Even when two proposed ‘solutions’ are not mutually exclusive, it still can be tough to relax our grip on the cognitive framework we’ve built to guide our recovery. The temptation remains strong to undermine the other person’s ideas in favor of our own. Why do we have such a hard time tolerating alternatives to our approach?

For one thing, we are people who have suffered. If we are fortunate and persistent enough to transcend our distress, chaos and despair, then we feel tremendous gratitude toward the people or methods that escorted us out of hell. We put the process we followed on a pedestal, and feel almost worshipful in our attitude toward it. Our approach, whether it involved taking medication, mindfulness meditation, doing cognitive exercises, or working on our spirituality, feels so important to us that we cannot help but think it almost miraculous, perhaps even divinely inspired. This entity, whatever it is, has saved us from misery, confusion, and destruction. Like a beneficent god, our savior has earned our faith and devotion.

We also cling to our rescuer (whether person, institution, or philosophy), out of fear that we will fall back into the pit if we relax our embrace. We begin to think in nearly magical terms about the engine of our recovery. If we don’t do things just right our punishment might be a one-way bus ride back to the innermost circle of the underworld. Because so much of our well-being seems to depend on fidelity to this fount of salvation, it becomes easy to feel threatened when someone suggests that our cherished path to recovery has bumps and gaps. How could our road be flawed when it has led us away from enslavement by psychic demons? We fear that we might stumble if we allow others to question our route to mental equilibrium, and the road to wellness will then be closed to us. Sometimes, we even react negatively if somebody acknowledges that we have a good answer, but not the total answer. Worst of all is when another person is equally committed to a conflicting view about how to maintain equanimity. So two people end up screaming at each other, each clenching their lifeline with blood-drained knuckles, when they might just as well reach hands out to each other and share their supports.

At the same time as we defend our ‘answer’ against challengers, we feel called to spread the word about the salvation we have been granted. Like people who enter a spiritual tradition that brings them out of darkness and into life, we become evangelical, and want others to benefit from what worked for us. This response is both natural and laudable. Problems arise, however, when two people feel equally strongly about (seemingly) opposite philosophies. Neither wants anything to do with the other’s ‘theology’. Each feels the other is not only wrong, but possibly evil as well. Psychiatrists become demonized. Or people who advocate against medications are accused of endangering lives and families. The two camps quit listening or even talking to each other, and are content to just preach to those who already agree. One does not need to look far in our modern world to see the dangers when people cling with aggression to conflicting creeds. And it is not really a stretch to liken psychological therapies of all kinds to religious devotion and practice. Both church and mental health practices offer ‘answers’ in the midst of confusion. Both provide community and human contact. Both rescue people from despair. Both depend, to a large extent, on blind faith (read, placebo effect).

The demands of unquestioning devotion, and the resulting obstruction of reason, underly the swath of destruction that religious conflicts draw across our society. If people ‘believe’ without wondering whether there is any objective factual foundation for their ideologies, then there is no hope of communication between opposing camps. How can you persuade someone who doesn’t care about facts or logic and orders opinions on the basis of deep-seated emotional attachments? It is like two young boys arguing about who has the better mom. Empiricism and analysis have no role; each kid just ‘knows’ he has the best mother in the world. That may work for children in the school yard, where the worst consequence might be a bloody nose. But in the wider, adult world if people determine who to approve or reject, what to believe or disbelieve, and how to act or treat others by referring to nothing more than powerful sentiments, then we end up with terrorist attacks or high-tech bombardment of civilian populations.

Bringing the analogy back to the world of mental health: in the absence of careful research and good studies it is far too enticing to base one’s opinions on one’s own personal experience. That would be acceptable, perhaps, if every person could be counted on to respond the same way. However, my point from the start has been that we are all unique. We each have different tastes in people, places, and activities. We look at the world from different perspectives, and have different value structures. What seems perfect to one person may be abhorrent to another. If I conclude that my answer must be good for everyone only because it is good for me, I will soon find that most people have little inclination to believe me or even listen. A charismatic person (which I am not) can succeed in attracting a following. But as far as one person convincing the entire community that there is a single answer for all mental health problems, especially if the evidence supporting the ‘cure-all’ is based mainly on his or her individual experience, that is no more likely than having the world’s population agree on one religious faith. Different people need different solutions.

We also face the problem that people change and go through stages. What works for someone at one time may cease to work later on. In my most objective moments, and as much as I regret starting antidepressants in 1995, I have to admit that medications helped me in my thirties. Now, however, after many years of hard work, I have reconciled with past traumas. I adopted a philosophical and spiritual stance that allows me to tolerate thoughts and feelings that would have once been overwhelming. So I don’t feel the need to take mood-elevators anymore. But for me to turn around and tell a twenty-year-old to just live with their imploding emotions might be worse than forgetful or insensitive; it might even lead the person to self-destruct. And yet I have seen myself say just that kind of thing. It is all-too-easy to blind ourselves to how much we differ from those around us, or even from who we used to be or might be tomorrow.

Rancor arises when people become afraid to even consider that their ‘solution’ may have limitations. It seems to threaten us to entertain the notion that the answers we rely upon might let another person down. I believe the reason for this fear may be that if we acknowledge the possibility of our path to salvation failing someone else, then we admit the possibility that it could some day fail us too. When a path becomes so important to us (whether it’s a religion, a treatment philosophy, or just a point of view) that we think our survival depends on it, then we will naturally defend it against all attackers. Even those who mean well, truly want to help, and have well worked out ideas become enemies. Before long everyone who disagrees becomes an adversary rather than a fellow seeker. That is how good people end up screaming at each other, figuratively or in actuality.

That kind of back and forth helps no one. It drives people to become even more rigid in their views, causes hostile attitudes, and completely blocks communication and exchange of ideas. If any progress is to be made, we have to accept that other people are just as smart, just as creative, and just as capable of solving problems as we are. We have to recognize that writing off other people’s ideas as dumb or deluded amounts to tossing out a valuable resource.

There is really no reason for people to discount each other’s ideas about how to promote well-being. In my opinion, if there is a wrong way to solve the problem of troublesome mind conditions, it is to fall into the trap of thinking there is only one solution. If we can accept that more than one effective path may exist, or go even further and realize that using more than one method at a time may be a viable possibility, then we will be more inclined to listen to the ideas of our fellow travelers on the road to recovery.

In fact, it appears to me that most people benefit from using more than one approach. My progression was to start with therapy, and spend years confronting and understanding the effects of the severe trauma in my upbringing. From there I progressed to medications, which showed me how it felt to not be depressed, and proved to me that I did not endure despair simply because I somehow liked to be miserable. I learned that I was perfectly happy to be happy. After some dead-ends, detours, and misdirections, I learned how to use CBT and meditation to modulate my thoughts and feelings. Most recently, I’ve taken up treatment under the ACT model, and have begun to allow my mind freer rein. Along the way I explored AA, Alanon, support groups for adult children of alcoholics, and many other recovery programs. I studied a great deal about brain science and neurophysiology, psychiatry, and numerous self-help strategies. I spent long periods devoted to a couple of different spiritual traditions. My personal experience tells me that all these different methods have value. However, no single one of them worked as a total solution. So there is at least one person on this planet (me) who was not completely ‘cured’ by any of these methods. They all had benefits, but they all had limitations, too. And yet each approach has adherents convinced that they have found the one and only solution.

Not long ago I met (in a workshop) someone who teaches and does therapy in CBT (Cognitive Behavioral Therapy). He is convinced that CBT will solve all mood problems. If I try to tell him that was not my experience, he responds that I just did not do it right. But if a ‘miracle’ treatment is so dependent on being done ‘just right’, how miraculous is it?

Spiritual solutions are the same. If I don’t get the all-encompassing comfort that others get from ‘God’ then the response is that I don’t have enough faith. Or don’t pray enough. Or don’t go to enough services. If I object that I reach profound states of contentment and understanding with spiritual practice, but that I need more, all-too-often I encounter an annoying condescension. The implication is that my desire for additional support shows that I obviously have not reached the spiritual heights inhabited by people who are ‘serious’ about their sacred practice.

Hard-line atheists will say that even if faith helps, it’s only because of placebo effects, or delusion, or some other material explanation. They imply that I am naive if I think there is a supernatural realm in play. I am being non-scientific, and I am quite possibly not too smart. In one view, belief in God is a weakness of the human brain that evolved to help us deal with mortality. When someone tells you that an important part of your mental health regimen is merely a defect in the human genome, it tends to close off further discussion.

For a psychiatrist, if drugs don’t work, the problem is that the proper chemical agents have not yet been found. We just need to keep trying until we stumble upon the right cocktail. There is little acknowledgement that maybe in some cases there is no drug at all that will adequately eliminate the ‘symptom’. My previous psychiatrist had exactly zero knowledge about something as well established as CBT. She felt no need to refer me on for other approaches. She doggedly pursued the holy grail of the right medication cocktail, even as I descended ever further into emotional bankruptcy.

It never stops amazing me how people blind themselves to alternative explanations and methods. It may be because I am so skeptical of ‘truth’ that I have a hard time understanding how somebody can be so wedded to just one way of seeing things. Frankly, I am not sure a single ‘true’ explanation exists in most settings. The complexity of the world is such that one dimensional answers seldom apply. Matter is both wave and particle. That means that an electron, for instance, is both confined to one very small place, and spread over a broad region simultaneously. The situation is analogous to saying that if you look through one window of my house I appear to be seated in a chair, but if you look through a different window, my body is spread like a cloud throughout the entire neighborhood. That was the first paradox I learned in physics.

Another physical paradox is that you cannot know both exactly where an object is and how fast it is moving at the same time. There is an unbreakable material limit to the precision with which we can pin down ‘the facts’. It is like saying you can know I am in a tiny town called Greeley Hill, but have no idea whether I am standing on the street or driving a race car at 200 miles per hour. Or you determine that I am driving exactly 55 miles per hour, but can only say that I am somewhere in the North America. And it is not just that you can’t figure out the answer; in a fundamental way, precise answers simply do not exist.

Think about it: every object is two completely different things at one time, and absolute precision is unreachable. Although I have stated them simplistically, that is nevertheless a pair of facts that lie at the basis of our entire universe. If we live in such an uncertain and ill-defined universe, then should we really be insulting each other because our companion’s paradigm for complicated and poorly understood mental conditions is not the same as ours?

Of course, I have to close by pointing out that all this is just my opinion (except for the statements about fundamental physical reality, which are over-simplified but correct). Maybe I am wrong to accept every person as equally capable of figuring out their own minds. Maybe some people are actually so misguided that I should just ignore what they say. Maybe that would do more to protect others from harm than trying to engage all comers.

And maybe a single solution will be found some day. Everyone will read the same book, practice the same method, and find peace. If that happens, then that ‘answer’ will not only end the mental health dilemma, but will probably also collapse the power of religions to determine how people think. doveFor if a validated solution to human angst were to be found, the majority of people would likely drift away from institutions that offer an outdated dogmatism. This would go a long way toward stopping war and strife. People will no longer need to argue about mental health techniques, or a lot of other things, because the answer to their pain will be in hand. To me, that kind of panacea does not sound likely. But I would be thrilled to be proven wrong.

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Inner Experience (Chaos) vs. Outer Appearance (Control)

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Well, it’s out. I whined a few posts back about how catastrophically awful I felt this taping had gone. As often is the case with me, things do not look as bad as all that. I’m actually satisfied enough with the outcome that I am putting out a link to the show, in case you want to watch. It includes an interesting discussion about what it means to live successfully with bipolar conditions. Do we fight like hell to avoid all symptoms of mania and depression? Or can we learn to tolerate our wide ranging emotions (or could we even consider them ‘gifts’?). My little bit comes near the end. Up until that point, I just sit motionless. Like a houseplant. But once I get talking you can actually see that I am a living human being. I am so habitually constrained in my emotional expression, that as the taping was in progress, the little animation I display made me feel like I was losing it emotionally. Too passionate. Too voluble. Too much. Now I see that I look pretty normal, or possibly a bit flat in my affect. It’s a good lesson for me: maybe I could let out a lot more feeling without coming across as out-of-control, or melodramatic.

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Hello Everyone

I’M STARTING BLOG #184,876,598 ON THE INTERNET!

Just kidding. I don’t know what number blog this is, though I imagine I’m within a hundred million or so of being correct. Which means I doubt you are even reading this. If you are, in fact, an actual person reading my actual first post, then you deserve my eternal gratitude. Thank you. Thank you.

I am working out what this blog will be about, but I see three main subjects as likely to come up. They are related, it least in my mind:

1.   God, or something like it.

2.   Biology, our essential nature (though refer to ’1′ above for a possible add-on to our biology).

3.   Mental health, which I interpret broadly. I don’t think anyone has perfect mental health. It is a question of working toward improvement. In my mind, mental health includes emotional, spiritual, intellectual, and even somatic health. Only with all these components in harmony, more or less, can we be said to be in a state of true mental health. But what do I know?

Actually, I believe I do know some things about mental health. I also have a long history of studying biology, including an undergraduate degree in Zoology, a Master’s degree in Biophysics, and an MD. As for God, well I’ve been working on that one for a long time, but no one can really say anything definite about it. I have my ideas, and I look forward to sharing them here.

I have so much to say, but the hour is late. I am only starting to post right now because I finally got my website and blog working, after a fashion. So much to learn…

So good bye and good night for now. If you are out there reading this, I would be thrilled to receive an email from you.

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