The Pursuing Artist: Jake Heraty

The Pursuing Artist: Jake Heraty

About a week ago, I flew to Southern California to meet up with fellow writer and filmmaker, Jake Heraty. I was immediately swept away by the overbearing heat. Which has caused much nauseation as I put together this interview and blog.

In the location of Menifee, CA, there is rather little to see besides miles of dried up foliage and large mountains of dirt. The recently developing city has been placed in the center of a desert and left its residents with little to do and see. Combining that with the high summer temperature always crawling up your back, there’s a constant compulsion to seek indoor cooling.

And with this sort of lifestyle, you can expect to find someone with nothing better to do than magnet themselves to the air conditioner that stands next to their computer screen. Hoping to pump out the next great American novel in an attempt to move out of this unforgivable weather.

Though, in the case of Jake Heraty, there is more to it than just a desperation to leave Menifee. A medical past filled with even more unpredicted complications, a series of events that ended in the absolute questioning of his life, and a few moral groundings have shaped this pursuing artist to whom he is today. This piece is only the beginning of what’s to come for him as a writer. Continue reading

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Labeling People with Mental Disorders

Labeling People with Mental Disorders

Introduction

The term “mental disorder” is a riveting assertion in and of itself. According to News Week, about 42.5 million American adults are labeled with a “mental illness”. This would mean that one in every five people have some sort of irregularity with their thought process.

I often find that “mental disorders” are simply exaggerated emotions. Every person alive has feared at one time or another. Yet, only so few of us are treated for anxiety, which in essence, is just the overabundance of fear.

You and I both have had emotions that changed rather sporadically. Or long periods of sadness. Or even eaten a little too much at once. In those moments, we could’ve been labeled as bipolar. Or depressed. Or even disorderly eating. Instead, we accepted them as normal mistakes.

I had this friend back in high school who was diagnosed with schizophrenia our junior year. Nearly six years have passed and he admits his emotions have changed. Struggling now with what was once a blossoming charisma.

In a recent interview, he had told me, “-if a doctor never mentioned that something was wrong with me, I would’ve assumed I was just like everyone else. It’s hard not to trust the doctor when everyone around you does.”

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