Justin H Briggs

Nothing defines my life as a disabled person more than the trauma of living. That is called a paradox. Physical, mental, and emotional traumas fill my person day and night. In the daytime, every other...

I am a predator. Any anthropological analysis of my cranium, perhaps hours or eons from now, would reveal a set of two eyes positioned to the forward-viewing, front of my head. Four canine-style incisors...

“Psychology is bullshit!” I told myself this for 25-odd years. Psychology was originally just a European philosophical practice, but boy, oh, boy, can you make some money off of the thing! Trauma, abandonment...

As a child, I was frequently reminded, “A spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down.” I did not like doctors, pills, needles, or even the many assorted notions presented by the US Government’s D.A.R.E...

In this deeply personal and unvarnished account, the author explores the intense realities of living with a disability. From the early morning battles of medication routines to the emotional toll of...

The process of reaching my current diagnosis of schizoaffective disorder, bipolar type, was arduous and destructive not only to myself but to my relationships, community, and environment. While I was...