"The mental health struggle of one family — and the nation" -

The Washington Post, April 14 2017

As a young medical student, I learned about schizophrenia mostly by keeping my distance, both literally and figuratively. I’d never encountered a person with the disorder (that I knew of) before my six-week rotation at a state psychiatric hospital, and I’m not proud to admit that these men and women —  tortured as they were with paranoid thoughts and scary voices that only they could hear —  somehow seemed less than human to my 23-year-old eye. When the rotation ended, I was eager to move on to see other patients who interacted with me in ways I considered normal.