The Disability Industrial Complex
Disclaimer: If your psych meds are working for you please please keep taking them as long as you want. If you want to get off them do it extremely slowly and carefully and consult your physician. I am Corinna West and I approve this message.
Thank you, dear Pfizer, for making Geodon for my troubled mind
While hiding all the time about how antipsychotics actually CAUSE psychosis
And just paralyze emotions destroy ambition cause hopeless numbness indecision
They skipped scientific evidence to market ineffective chill out insentience
That ravished my sleep, added two pounds a week, my cholesterol in peak,
So many of us with diabetes, we die 25 years younger once they give us one of their labels.
God bless Blue Cross and Blue Shield for creating the 7 minute doctor visit
Check one list, check two, make this appointment another quickie ma’am thank you.
For making labels mandatory, for pills the only treatment of choice
For random reimbursement, who cares we’re hurt, increase the profit, ignore our losses,
Just add another medication if you miss those dreams dissolved into disability,
And now living in a developed country gives you the LEAST chance of recovery.
Thanks to the American Psychiatric Association for their long term public relations campaign
Making money off shock treatments, no science at all for our safety
Thousands of us with stories of brains fried into lower functioning, white coats still posturing
Billing $10,000 per treatment so they talked me into risking everything with their effectiveness lies
But their spin wobbles when you see the suicide stats of shock survivors singeing soaring.
Thanks to the national advocacy organizations for operating primarily from pharma funding,
Selling that biochemical imbalance, the brain disorder, the medical, medical,
DNA and genetical model
completely ignoring just how hard our lives may have been right before we got told
Our label. That may truly have come from the dreams that were sacked, or our friends that we lacked
or jobs full of flack or spiritual souls starting to crack, or destiny and greatness so heavy on our back.
Just give us that one dimensional solution, “Stay on your meds,” front page of the advocacy website,
And the slogan, “Until there is a cure.”
But, there is a cure, we have a cure right now, people who
completely, work, love, hug, play, sing, fight, and live again,
We recover again. We tell you, this battle over and over we know how to win.
Are you ready? There’s no going back once I tell you our secret,
I might have to kill you. So do you want me to blue or red pill you?
Descend down the tube out of the corporate control find the true science the rest of the story
The research uncovered the hope and the glory ride the tornado you’re not in Kansas anymore
Your guides now are people who walked through fire to burn their labels into new lives,
Destroy that black and white existence finding fun, friends, and futures filled with resistance,
Building wellness by the hour, victories in every moment.
Like the time my friend threw that hole in one frisbee at Water Works tee 14 looking down into the city
Riding my bike cross half of Nebraska racing my personal record showing my fiance I was faster.
Jumping in the fountain in Cliff Drive to drink PBR with my ACME ride friends,
Telling my best bud Ken how them stupid bosses keep on scaring me again,
A smile from a stranger, tell my story, share my passions, we all got struggles, we all need patching,
Don’t give me a permanent label for my temporary problems,
Tell me truth about my emotions, and hold me in your sanity until the morning breaks.
Creative Director, Wellness Wordworks