The Real Wheel
My school moves like the ocean. It runs deep. The students come in and out like waves in the sea. Each generation bring new shells to the shore and crabs and snails crawl on the sand. Some fish are lucky enough to rest on our dinner plates while few swim on, across and over the horizon leading schools of fish through corals and reefs. Up here we can’t see how deep it is until we dive in.
My school is the school of hard knocks where comorbidities cause grief and pain. PTSD, flashbacks, intrusive memories and nightmares haunt us daily. Disstressive memories cause irritability, recklessness, exaggerated responses, poor concentration and sleep disturbances where comfort is found in self medication. Recovery is accomplished through harm reduction, even in the most hopeless arenas of poverty.
Co-factors that can enable health and safety seen oppressed through cross disciplinary collaborations loosening old paradigms breaking through biology, behavior and social sciences, and epidemiology. New ideas rise from strategies we create to improve realistic merging of healthcare with housing to accomplish our mission.