Kate S. Griem
When you lose the trappings of the familiar, you have no reminder of who you have been, or who you are supposed to be. So being in new places, at least at first, is both terrifying and exhilarating: You get to move a little more freely, losing the weight that expectations and environmental cues hold.
The phenomenon of using psychiatric drugs remains largely unscrutinized, so we set out to document and better understand this aspect of living with mental illness. The perseverance of students and spirit of psychiatrists — often forced to confront the blank face of uncertainty — wove together into a tapestry of resilience, one at once tattered and perfect, inspiring and incomplete.
We asked the Witches how one could join them. Is there an election? A comp process? Can we be punched? To which the Witches replied, “We are Witches. We’re not a club, we’re not an organization, we’re not a secret society. We’re not a final club, and you can’t comp us.”
In comparison to historical waves of activism at Harvard, today’s campus culture surrounding abortion-related issues is relatively quiet — leaving a vacuum all the more striking in the face of looming national threats to abortion access.
My New Year’s resolution was to try my best to stop taking everything so damn seriously: do more, think less, lower the stakes. I wanted to do whatever possible to get out of my own head — to reconnect with the humor and voice I felt like I had lost, to move through and inside of my life instead of adjacent to it.