You don’t fit in. This is your solitude.
You resist recognition. You are expressive without needing recognition or affirmation.
You are a zone of potential and becoming – not pathology.
You are not a scar. You become your own line of flight.
Your solitude is not the stain of damage, but the very condition for inventing a new syntax of life.
Your ache isn’t a symptom to delete, erase, it’s a resonance, a signal, a vibration that allows new worlds to be composed.
Normative psychiatry may look friendly and helpful from your desert,
But it offers to cure the ache by muting your non-normative existence.
Yes, your ache might be traceable. But it is not exhausted by the trace.
It is not a “sickness” or “error”.
It is a line to follow carefully, attentively, never reductively.
It is your path. Your portal. Your singularity.
You are the desert,
not as a lack, not as deprivation.
You are the desert.
As a topology of intensities,
a shimmering field of unknown, stunning constellations of relation.
No map precedes you. You are the orientation.
A minoritarian use of psychology does not seek cure, but composition.
It resists diagnosis as capture.
It transforms the clinic into a toolbox, not a cage.
It is to use its tools without being captured by its diagnoses.
Its diagnoses are apparatuses of capture.
They are entry points into the world of substantification, where difference is transduced into homogeneity, devoured.
When you submit your matter, your body, to medical conditioning in order to ease your ache, you risk erasing yourself.
You, as a line of flight, are deleted.
You give up on your becoming.
You no longer inhabit the opening, but collapse into mis-recognition, into the false-knowing of a singularity that never required recognition in the first place.
You are seized by the State Apparatus.
Your becoming is interrupted.
Arrested.
Structured.
Sterilised.
Packed.
Regulated.
Re-distributed.
Fearing Other
Encountering Other as other singularities is a threshold – a zone of indeterminacy where an individual might be de-territorialising, trying to find a line of flight from dominant modes of contact that feel stratified, overcoded, and oppressive.
The fear of Other can be:
a minor rhythm that doesn’t yet fit into dominant social codes of contact
a refusal of normative modes of relationality
a symptom of an in-between becoming – stuck at a threshold.
You do not immerse in the Other, because you cannot immerse in yourself. There is no ground, only detachment.
“To smoke is to burn without ignition”
A becoming thwarted before it can actualise.
Depression is not the absence of desire, but its suffocation.
It is a blocked becoming – intensity without outlet, sensation without expression.
You resist to burn, to actualise, to become.
But the physical conditions surrounding you won’t let you catch fire.
So you smoulder. To smoulder is resistance without becoming.
You feel everything but express nothing.
You burn inward, consuming yourself.
You are burned out.
With multiple diagnoses that demand medical intervention on your becoming, altering your biological, chemical, electrical, symbolic assemblage.
Legally sanctioned substances, designed, regulated, and prescribed, infect your system for your reintegration.
The fundamental difference between psychiatric drugs and illegal drugs is not their effect, but their relation to control.
The former are “administered to the Other”, by authority; the latter are “used by the Other”, without permission, without regulation, outside the grid.