One of the guests at the launch of The Daisy Project: Escaping Psychiatry and Rediscovering Love in May asked about my anger. And yes, I am angry at my wrongful psychiatric treatment for so many years. The mental health system failed me. I know others face injustices too. Life is not fair. A dear friend of mine nearly died from a serious medical error.
I recently read a letter to the editor under the heading “Social Assistance is failing British Columbians.” The writer, a seriously disabled man, was going hungry to make ends meet. The other morning, as I drove to town, a woman was walking along the sidewalk holding a placard that read, “It costs a lot more to rip a family apart than to support it.”
Blaming, judging or admonishing those harmed or even killed because of misguided professional medical practice, government policies or workers not using their heads is not just unfair, it is immoral.
There are so many injustices in this world that my mind boggles, and I know that others are also overwhelmed. What seems like the easy way out is to shut down and do nothing, but that really doesn’t feel good. It seems to me that the best way to challenge injustice is to treat every person we meet with radical respect and awe, listen with curiosity and show care with an open heart.
I know that when others show me respect, listen carefully and offer care, my anger melts away. I suspect that others too feel valued when they are similarly respected, listened to and cared for. Love goes deep. Love is contagious and, ultimately, it is love that will make the world a better place.