A Possible Conclusion

As interest in posts is currently on the wane, and I feel that I have covered quite a bit of what I had intended, I am deciding to conclude this blog for now.

I am going to leave it up here at WordPress. Additionally, pdf and other document versions of the blog may be found here:


I would like especially to thank those who came by to read this blog, to offer their comments, and those who gave a little more, like Matthew Freeman and Bob Nemtusak. These latter two gentlemen offered original content for the blog.

As I continued to write my own entries, I noticed that I often had to reference my schizophrenia as a sort of tie-in. It seemed that the journal became less and less about mental illness and more about the human experience itself.

That being said, I did want to restate what I think was my most important realization through the blogging process- that “sanity” and “ability” are not the same things– that a person can, in fact, be clinically insane and still highly able– even a contributing member to society.

Thanks to you all, and farewell.

Two Poems For Matthew Freeman

“To Matt Freeman”
By Thomas Park

Went to the psychiatrist last week
She was pleasant enough, friendly
Seemed interested most
When I confessed
To my 5% rage issue

Really? She asked, eyes wide,
This is the first time in 20 years
You’ve admitted to not being
Perpetually calm

I close my eyes, music
Fills the room, It’s

My memory of my Dr. shifts
She disappears into her
Suit, I don’t know
If she is getting smaller
Or it bigger

The clinic room somehow
Opens to the desert– It’s
Matt Freeman,
He’s leading a circle
Of people, holding hands

They turn to me, Matt
Looks up, sees beyond me
Sees my shrink
Knows what I am about to say

“Was she amused”, Matt asks,
“About the ‘always seeming calm thing’?”

In an utterly inoffensive way,
I feel that Matt, in his mild,
Slightly nasal voice, is
About to tell me,

“I told you so.”

“To Matt Freeman Part 2”
By Thomas Park

A liver may not forgive
But God can
A person who lacks
Today’s current mindless resolve
An intellectual
In a world afraid of books
Can we forgive, can God forgive
A discourse deeper
Than that of a college fraternity house
Worse, can we forgive, can God forgive
A man who is free
Until he forgives himself

There is a Door in the world
Not Death,
Calls out to you

Matt, can you forgive

Often A Dream, Sometimes A Nightmare

I have to say that people who are mentally ill and sane people can have a lot in common.

I haven’t mentioned the disjointed nature of modernity recently here in this blog– things have gotten a bit more personal, and we’ve had some guest writers, as well.

The notion had been suggested that the pace of modern life is brutal enough that there are many who struggle to cope– be they mentally healthy or not.

From a more subjective point of view– a friend, who is, as far as I know, mentally sound, told me how his life was, once.

He said, roughly, “Oftentimes a dream, occasionally a nightmare.”

I can definitely identify with his description. With all of the technology and conveniences of life today, we can exist in dreamlike states much of the time, feeling relatively comfortable, things being as they should be.

It’s just that, now and then, things suddenly plunge and get worse, particularly for short periods of time.

It’s the same for me– though I am schizophrenic, life has that same general rhythm.

I am guessing that my friend and I are not alone.

Some Thoughts From Bob Nemtusak

I asked an old friend of mine, who happens also to be a writer who suffers from mental illness, to pen a few words about his impressions of sanity. Here is what he kindly offered:

“Self-analysis is a tricky thing.
Often enough, honesty is the best policy.
Often enough, it pays to speak your mind, and encourage others to do the same.
Then again, it’s a strange world.
Sometimes there’s pressure. Pressure, to “go along, to get along.” You can hunt high and low, for deep, meaningful, “soul to soul” conversation.
Often enough, you settle.
You settle for banter about weather.
Everybody’s experience has value.
Sure, it’s a comfort, in troubled times, to declare “the insane have taken over the asylum.” Or, if you’re a control freak, to demand a tightly-run asylum.
Truth is, nobody’s truth is any more or less valid, than the next guy’s.
For me, a sane world view takes work.
It takes being true to your self.
Indeed, it’s folly, for me, to use a word like “consensus.”
For instance.
The sky is either blue…or it isn’t.
No expert is going to change the sky’s color.
Anyway, that’s my opinion.
Some folks will disagree. They’ll say, the truth depends on opinion polls. And across four years of philosophy studies, I heard lots of opinions about—or excuses for—dancing around the truth.
But truth is such a loaded word.
I actually read where a rabbi says: he’ll take God, over the truth, any day.
Sounds right to me. It’s a comfort, knowing somebody knows better than me.”– 2018, Bob Nemtusak

Reality By A Thin Thread

How is it that the President of the United States is using nuclear war as a rhetorical tool?

If he is serious about nuclear engagement, I find that to be dangerous and possibly not demonstrating mental acuity.

If he is joking or posturing about nuclear war, especially with the likes of militant North Korea, that does not seem healthy either.

To those who love life, love themselves, their families, their friends– nuclear war is no laughing matter, and no tool for rhetoric.

Threatening to use weapons that way crosses a line.

I realize that I am schizophrenic, but I can’t help but notice how crazy this world can seem.

A Note To The Sane

What would I like to say to those of you who are sane?

Life is not easy for anyone, and for sure we all face challenges. We all have our share of pain and uncertainty.

That being said, if you are mentally healthy, you are very fortunate.

You can count yourselves as part of a world community that basically “gets it”. You can realize that, when you perceive things, and when you react to them, you are displaying a general sense of stability.

You can start from the assumption that you are right about things– and you can go on from there.

There may be those who disagree with you, sane people.

But, when you go to your rest, you can know that you were deemed among those who knew about life, who saw things the right way, or at least who avoided being so eccentric that they were deemed sick.

So– to you who are whole in the head– I ask that you give yourselves a moment of appreciation. Life accepts you, and essentially accepts your perspective.

You are, in that respect, very lucky indeed.

When you speak a truth, may people believe it. When you cite a source, may people accept it. When you express a view, may people give it creedence. This is your world– it was written by others like you and will probably be handed to others who are like you, as well.

Old Music Videos

On New Year’s Eve, I watched a lot of old music videos. They really brought back some memories– admittedly, I had some strong emotional reactions. I tend to bottle up my feelings a lot, so that may be part of the issue.

I wrote earlier about how MTV, and music videos in general, changed the way we experienced media as young men and women. I still believe that.

Sometimes, though– I wonder if maybe there are some things that really never change about life.

Watching the goofy Cyndi Lauper sing about girls wanting to have fun reminded me that I don’t really have fun the way I did when I was a kid. Between my teenage years and 46– there’s a lot of distance. The decade spent alone seems particularly to have made my childhood feel like it was a very long time ago.

Cyndi Lauper also reminded me that there are lots of healthy people who still like to have fun, and I really should be ok with that. Sometimes, partly because of my age and partly because of my schizophrenia, I tend to ignore people when they are being silly. I wonder if life is maybe too short to be that way.

I watched the Fine Young Cannibals sing, “She Drives Me Crazy”. I don’t think that they meant that to be taken literally. Of course, the lyrics refer to the good and bad vibes a man gets from a woman, and how that can affect him. Still, I did wonder if there was some truth to it all, that, indeed, life’s way of throwing people the unexpected, and trying to make sense of things that essentially could never be explained, might indeed– well, drive someone crazy.

I finished with Joy Division’s, “Love Will Tear Us Apart”. It’s a very simple truth, that strong feelings sometimes break through the walls we put around ourselves, no matter how hard we try to prevent this. Maybe these moments are the times that we really transcend the “jetzeit“– when messianic time happens, and we encounter the truth.

Of that, what can be said, other than– how could we ever really handle such feelings, yet how could they have been beneath the surface all along?

As a whole, my short dj-soliloquy experience was unexpectedly moving. As a schizophrenic, it helps me to remember that healthy people don’t only think in healthy ways– they feel real, healthy feelings, too.