I felt utterly stripped of safety and love. And so, what tormented me most as I shook through August 1988 wasn’t the nausea and chills but the recurring fear that I’d never have lasting comfort or joy again.

— Maia Szalavitz

Our brains are embodied—much of the problem with the debate over addiction and psychiatry more generally is a refusal to accept this and our ongoing need to see “physical,” “neurological,” and “psychological” as completely distinct.

— Maia Szalavitz