Black Belt
My brother‘s fall into psychosis, and his reemergence

“Hyah!”
“Hyah!”
“Hyah!”
It’s Thursday night at the Hills District Martial Arts Taekwondo gym in the outskirts of suburban Sydney, where my 33-year-old brother, James, is undergoing his black belt grading. Sweat pours from his black curls down his reddened face. His feet move…