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Grass wedges its way between the closest blocks of marble and it brings them down. This power of feeble life which can creep in anywhere is greater than that of the mighty behind their cannons....... - Honore de Balzac
had a complete physical and neurological check up a little while ago. not very long ago at all, and then went to the doc again last week, and she found everything was completely fine on that part. Was just a little worried about my frequent headaches... but I'm sure it's just tension, she said (as usual) to call in if they get worse or what not.
"Take life one day at a time. Make mistakes. Learn from them. Come out a better person. Never regret the things that have gotten you where you are today."
That reminds me - early on in my "you have depression: here, have some drugs" stage of life, my GP sent me for a CT scan, as the droooogs weren't working too well. After the scan, the doctor/operator/mechanic/rocket scientist said, "We've examined the scan results. We didn't find anything."
Nothing.
Not a small steam engine, clockwork motor, or even a treadmill with no hamster, let alone some kind of grey matter.
Quite worrying really (or would be, if I had something to worry with...)
... and that's what I think.
Or summat.
Or maybe not...
Dunno really....![]()
I made a complete stuff up... and now I'm stuck.... and can't do it anymore... not at all... I'm going to get fired... and my uni is stuffed up... hence I'm going to fail.. which means my father will disown me... then I'll have to run away.. but I have no money... so I wont be able to survive... hence... well you know what's going to happen then...
"Take life one day at a time. Make mistakes. Learn from them. Come out a better person. Never regret the things that have gotten you where you are today."
Life hurts. Felt like collapsing into a heap to cry. Cant find words to describe it.
Get the most of life with your friends have as many priceless moments as you can with them.
My bass is such a slapper.......I cant stop fingering those strings
seen the head doctor yesterday i wonder what these people get paid for ? first i was told i was bi polar and given copies amouts of meds then told im manic depressive which is just another term for bi polar then im told that i have post traumaic stress disorder and yesterday told that i have depersonalisation disease of which there is no known cure and they are going to take me off of my meds and there is nothing more that can be done for me, until they find a new drug to try, and isked the head doc then if this was the case i might as well go and cure myself with an overdose and bascily he said yes
fancy names for big bucks now which drug company will come up with a miracle drug first !!!!!
I sure as hell aint religious but I have found myself praying for the willingness to live, forget a fn reason lol. I just gotta keep looking for the humour in things.
I briefly read someone describing they suffered from depression and physical pain. Well you have my heartfelt sympathy - cos I'm doing that at present - but I know my physical stuff won't last (ok if I have my way it won't!!). Mine in no way matches what that person described but tis bad enough for me. I am not a person to stay still for long and it is driving me nuts. Alot of things are going on at present I am at war with myself. I won't talk to anyone anymore, there is no point in doing so.
Actions speak louder than words or good intentions
He is simply a shiver looking for a spine to run up. - Paul Keating
Ditto catholic shit. I recently "visited over yonder". It was the most beautiful white light, calming, peaceful, safe place - I had been there once before some years ago - still the same beautiful light. This last time I thought it really was curtains and I was happy to go - until I saw my niece's terrified eyes - all I remember is I was just too tired, lack of oxygen. But obviously wasn't my time unfortunately.
Actions speak louder than words or good intentions
He is simply a shiver looking for a spine to run up. - Paul Keating
i know what you mean about talkin im fed up of tellin docs shrinks and councelers what pain mood and stuff im in and afer it all they dont really listen to you there off in there own heads wonderin what to cook for tea or whatever were just money machines to them it really suks big time
they're just someone neutral to unload stuff on... kind of like a breathing rock..
"Take life one day at a time. Make mistakes. Learn from them. Come out a better person. Never regret the things that have gotten you where you are today."
We are such interesting specimans to them - we often know far more than they ever will - I have had heaps of "discussions" with these people. A psychiatrist I saw recently just wanted to put me on antidepressants again - oh try that for a year. Which one shall we have. God at times I figure if I have to have pills to keep me alive then fk it - I would rather have nature take its course. I have yet to find life "worth it". Sure I can get on even keel but I'm forever in "survivor mode", struggling to exist - and for what?? More of the same shit. I fully understand and appreciate why people commit suicide. I know that my friend who did suicide had tried everything.
Actions speak louder than words or good intentions
He is simply a shiver looking for a spine to run up. - Paul Keating
yeah... people think therapy works... but we can all tell them a thing or two...
people only go when they're not actually mentally ill in any way, they just want to rabbit out some bullshit, then CLAIM it makes them better, when there wasnt anything wrong to begin with!!! ...
on the other hand... people who really need help in some form... are not helped by so called "professionals" who get paid to sit there not knowing anything, and thinking about cheese sandwiches for all we know, then giving the generic response "okay, well lets give you some drugs"...
"Take life one day at a time. Make mistakes. Learn from them. Come out a better person. Never regret the things that have gotten you where you are today."
white light ive been there seen that i can only descibe it as being back in the womb warm safe light but not bright and so comfy no pain no fear no sense of anything but full on wonder and being totaly aware and finaly alive and i have allways wanted to go back there its a place you cannot forget or get out of your mind its so amazeing.
people only know what you tell them and if these docs were so clever and know everything why do we have to tell them !!! i am intelligent i am wise i have lived i have sufferd but most of my memories have been stolen by ECT and drugs they fed me i have a right to be angry at the system that labels us as 1M (one m) i have no criminal record a clean drivers licence but when im stopped by the law i come up on the system as 1m what happend to my right to privacy ??? i didnt do anything wrong they said i was sick does this give them the right to label me as mad i thought after all the ads on TV that depression was not so bad all you had to do was ask for help ? and for this we get a label it sucks.......
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Grass wedges its way between the closest blocks of marble and it brings them down. This power of feeble life which can creep in anywhere is greater than that of the mighty behind their cannons....... - Honore de Balzac
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