I’ve been recently thinking a lot about play. Last year I put out a broadcast to my professional email lists and collected a small group of psychotherapists interested in experimenting with role-playing games as applied to psychotherapy (and group process). This was engendered by a surge of creative and playful energy released by finishing a very not-playful PhD dissertation several years ago. It might seem from the outside like this would be a diversion or distraction from the serious endeavor of the healer, but what I found confirmed what I learned as a young activist in the 1990s and from my work treating depression: play is one of the most serious things we can do.
The following article attempts to articulate that. It’s a big subject, so this is not a treatise or manifesto, but rather an attempt to reflect and comment on the psychological realities of living in authoritarian regimes, one’s own depression being one of them. May it be useful as inspiration and validation to figure out how to weave play both into one’s external and internal revolutions, to fighting with serious play and playful seriousness, for what is the through-line of goodness that defines this collective human life.
