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I saw a psychiatrist on TV. Actually he wasn’t a psychiatrist. He was an actor playing a psychiatrist in a TV show. Anyway, he was saying that he thought most if not all of psychiatry was nonsense and just an excuse to bleed money from people who won’t take responsibility for their lives.

Now, I’m not saying he’s right. In fact, I don’t think he was right at all. I think psychiatry and psychology are extremely valuable professions and practitioners of the field do a lot for people. Also the TV character saying this was actually dead when he said it. Literally. He was a ghost. So you have to kind of take that into consideration.

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Getting Thin. Staying Thin.

Yes, I did it. I lost weight. Lots of it. I went from 200 lbs to a svelte 159 (not that individual pounds matter) which at 5’ 11” made me skinny guy. Actually let’s step back; I went from 175 at 5’ 4” when I was 15 to 154 and then back up to 200 when I was 20 and then finally down to 159 when I was 25.

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My last piece about borderline personality has stayed with me, particularly because I’ve had reason recently to revisit many of the places I was at before whatever it is that happened to me to generate this state that some called a borderline personality occurred. I’m at one such place now in fact.

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I’ve just been witness to a monster flame war on Facebook that started when I posted something. It was a politically related posting but not one that was in its nature provocative. At least I didn’t think so. I thought it was funny and sort of “poke the guy I don’t like” in essence. But nonetheless it started a monumental war between two of my friends.

Now sure it’s not my fault that they fought. I’m not that neurotic, but I can’t help feeling that I was somehow a part of this, as if on some level I enjoyed their fighting, or, if I didn’t enjoy it I secretly longed for it as a means of replicating the pattern I grew up with.

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