Amidyen wasn’t, obviously, the devil, but a very intense French man who happened to be in the same city as me (Amsterdam) when the summer months were beautiful, everyone was cheerful and people would come out and sit at the terraces, enjoying food and drinks. But for the sake of the argument I will refer … Continue reading Meeting the Devil
And now that I have introduced Amydien for the first time I should reveal that I believe he might have been the devil. The psychiatrists, of course, disagree with me on the matter, but how can one argue a cause when you haven’t been there? None of my psychiatrists has ever met Amydien, and thus, … Continue reading Amsterdam and the Devil
I wouldn’t ask this sort of questions about madness if I wasn't confronted with the debate first hand so to speak. Doctors call most of my experiences as delusions, but I strongly disagree. There is always a chance that the entire population might be delusional, and it is the mad who see the truth. But … Continue reading Madness and falling in love in Amsterdam
Mind you, this could also happen to you. You see, with some experience, I reached the conclusion that we all have the potential for madness, but the degree of its manifestation is what really matters, in order to be considered as mental, or just slightly eccentric. The amount of crazy people though is very likely … Continue reading How do we judge madness?
By that time I was already in full-blown psychosis, but when you are in this state, you don’t really notice. And why should you, especially when you feel happy and complete at the same time? Psychosis as such is a culturally misunderstood concept, but if you ask me, it is a state that most of … Continue reading The Chinese Tea
So, I was analysing banks on that particular morning. Or rather I was trying to analyse them. The task can be considered as easy, of course, but not when you hate analysis and banks in particular. Mind you, till that rainy morning I wasn’t aware of my problem. In fact, I had no problem whatsoever. … Continue reading Amsterdam and psychosis
I wasn’t battling with depression when I got mad, but rather with euphoria. I had this feeling that something magical was awaiting me in the near future. That the life I knew now would be transformed into something much more interesting and fulfilling. I suppose that practically everyone reaches this point in life nowadays, at … Continue reading Madness as response to boredom