We had a lot of trouble with western mental health workers who came here immediately after the genocide and we had to ask some of them to leave.
They came and their practice did not involve being outside in the sun where you begin to feel better. There was no music or drumming to get your blood flowing again. There was no sense that everyone had taken the day off so that the entire community could come together to try to lift you up and bring you back to joy. There was no acknowledgement of the depression as something invasive and external that could actually be cast out again.
Instead they would take people one at a time into these dingy little rooms and have them sit around for an hour or so and talk about bad things that had happened to them. We had to ask them to leave.”
~A Rwandan talking to a western writer, Andrew Solomon, about his experience with western mental health and depression.
From The Moth podcast, ‘Notes on an Exorcism’. (via jacobwren)
this is my favorite moth story ever ever ever and i have listened to it multiple times.
Thank goodness for my partner working for hours with me on this project while listening to the beach boys
I am on the brink Of tears as I just want to punch someone I’ve wasted so much time trying to get this shitty huge project at work done and I want so so badly for just ONE thing to go right because this is a big client but I feel so helpless because I’m doing this blind. Nobody at work can help me because nobody else has any idea what I’m doing or how to do it, my store Credit Card isn’t working consistently even though there’s no balance, I had to buy gross materials from a business I hate.I’m basically attempting to run a small business within a business by myself while only working 40ish hours a week… It is literally impossible to run a business working only for 40 hours a week?!
I can’t wait for this to be over so I can get a raise and ask for the one I deserve if I don’t receive one.