Perhaps we complicate things for ourselves by trying to see things in linear terms when a rather more messy complex of interacting factors might be a more valid interpretation.

We need something more, perhaps something transcendent and unconfined by  reason to grant some necessary meaning to our lives. That need seems to be something quite fundamentally human, whether or not we are considered mad.

Perhaps especially in this divided and fractured country we need urgently to extend and complicate our lives by engaging with otherness, rather than retreating into familiar territories that can no longer be consoling: the precarious and absurd identities of race and nationality and normality or sanity.

It is a curious paradox that schizophrenia might be imagined as a condition of being both less or too much of whomever we might be. An intricate balance is lost.

This is contingent upon a particular set of cultural beliefs, of course, but the implication in general is that it might be more helpful and useful to our patients for us to listen to what they are telling us, rather than simply to suppress the symptoms of psychosis.