I have been car-free (d. not owning a car) or car-lite(d. owning a car but using it on a limited basis) for ten years now.
In 2000, I realized I was living my life for the wrong reasons: just to make a lot of money, accumulate things, get others to respect me for my . . . → Read More: Bill Poindexter’s Car Free American Story
by Corinna West
At Alternatives this year I went to a a youth caucus and two workshops. At the caucus, about eight youth stood up and told about their involvement with the mental health system and how they are working with the consumer movement to make things better for other young adults. The most memorable . . . → Read More: Tamara Johnson on the Power of Youth Voice
While institutionalized for three years as an adolescent in the 1960s, Dorothy Washburn Dundas was labeled a “schizophrenic” and forced to undergo 40 combined insulincoma-electroshock “treatments.” She experienced and witnessed many atrocities and believes that luck, determination, her own anger and one compassionate advocate were her best friends on the road to her ultimate survival . . . → Read More: Dorothy Dundas, “Shock Treatment, 1961”
Montrez Jones of Central High School performs a spoken word poetry piece about respecting one’s dad even through different stuggles including mental health issues. Recorded at the Teen Poetry Slam at the Blue Room in the Historic Jazz District at 18th and Vine. This was a selection slam for Kansas City’s Brave New Voices national . . . → Read More: Montrez Jones, “Untitled”
This year almost all the mental health advocacy organizations worked together to organize Kansas’ mental health advocacy day in Topeka. We wanted to bring mental health consumers together to talk to legislators about issues important to them. This year the most consumers ever had come to the event, almost 350 people because we knew it . . . → Read More: Poetry at Mental Health Advocacy day
As a person with mental illness, I was deeply troubled for a long time, and now I’m not. When things were not going well at all for me, I lost hope. I decided that there was “nothing left,” and made several suicide attempts. One of them was an attempt at suicide by cop, where . . . → Read More: My poems got through my first night in jail