A significant amount of modern psychology is a ploy to turn your attempts to adapt your human brain to an insane exploitative hellscape society, your inevitable failure and your subsequent misery and dysfunction into a personal problem that you can be judged or punished for by that same society.
If you’re struggling to navigate past a million blaring advertisements and inane pieces of drudgery to find something more important to you than selling your labour to a company owned by a distant cluster of monsters, you’ve got ADHD. If you have a tendency to get overwhelmed by the instability and uncertainty your feel every day at the mercy of gigantic organisations designed and operated by psychopaths, you’ve got anxiety disorder. If your boring work has no point beyond enriching some faceless billionaire a thousand miles away and all that’s left after its burned through your daily energy is despair, you’ve got depression.
With each of these labels comes stigma, and a medical treatment (produced and sold to profit the same corporate overlords, naturally) that may possibly help you ignore your problems in exchange for increasing the risks of impotence, psychotic break or suicide. But the treatment shouldn’t be applied by an insane world to you, a normal person under a horrible amount of stress. It should be applied by you to the world.
Offering support to people taking industrial action (eg scones, good cheer or offers of constructive help) strengthens their fight against a diseased economy. Collaborating with your neighbours to build new organisations that people can rely on if they struggle and fall in our sick society is the first step to treating it. Building these bonds of trust in a diverse community can help undermine the assumptions that prop up white supremacy, a poison injected into us on the scale of populations. It’s not a personal panacea, but it’s a way forward.
It’s helped me.