Category: Health
Lessons From Lenin on Despair and Struggle
Lessons From Lenin on Despair and Struggle
by Tina Marie, May 18th, 2025
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Who would’ve thought that an AI-generated voice of Jordan Peterson would inspire me? At least, I think it’s AI—there are several videos of him discussing attachment theory, just like there are of Mel Robbins. I haven’t listened to him in years, not since I followed the alt-right. And yet, here I am, drawn back, not by ideology, but by something deeper—an idea that resonated.

Reassessing the impact of CDC’s opioid guidelines on chronic pain care
Reviving Dead Paper
The tragedy in “The Yellow Wallpaper” by Charlotte Perkins Gilman has always been a contentious one. On one level, the devastating psychological torment and breakdown of The Woman is gut wrenching. The betrayal she faces from a spouse who ought to protect her, the inescapable pathologization that seems to get her from all angles by all the male physicians in her life, the eerie infantilization of being kept in the nursery, and the list goes on. Gilman’s short story is harrowing to read and only made more difficult with added historical context and knowledge of the realities of the so-called rest cure. The Woman’s mental suffering after childbirth is exacerbated by isolation, stillness and boredom until she breaks – becoming terribly obsessed with the facelike pattern in the wallpaper that is her only company. Yet, on the other hand – she won in the end, did she not?
What the Most Famous Book About Trauma Gets Wrong
Taking a Step Back
For now, I’m stepping away from posting here—I need a break from the relentless noise of the world. I’ll likely still write on my personal blog, so if you follow that, I apologize in advance. If you don’t, that might be for the best.
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As the Music Fades, the Storm Remains
As the Music Fades, the Storm Remains
The storm rages, relentless.
Not a crash of thunder, but a quiet, gnawing roar—
Thoughts splinter like waves against a shore,
each one demanding attention, each one refusing to fade.
I beg for silence, for a pause in the motion.
For the weight of my own mind to ease,
for the tides to settle, for breath to feel light again.
But peace is a mirage, slipping through my fingers
the moment I reach for it.
If the storm must stay, then what remains?
A longing, a whisper, a quiet ache—
A hope, however distant, that someday,
I will find comfort within the chaos.
—T.A.
MIA and the Conflict Between My Words and Their Funding
I nearly forgot—I had submitted one of my poems to Mad in America. That was before I learned they’d received funding from Open Society Foundations for their podcast. When an email arrived saying they’d published my piece, I was completely caught off guard—I hadn’t expected them to accept it at all.
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