The Mystery, The Miracle and the Cure – Real help to move you out of pain brain
Like many people, and many who have been touch by the devastation and loss of losing someone you love through suicide, I have a real interest in ending the pain of suicide. I want to play my part in ending the pain and finding release from the prison of the “suicidal mind”. My interest began about 15 years ago when I worked with young people in a very disadvantaged inner city complex, where in one year, in a small area, four 20 yr olds died through suicide. Nobody seemed to take any notice. This pain really came home to me 7 yrs ago when my own lovely brother died of this pain filled dis-ease with life.
I search round regularly looking for what I feel might help someone who is trying to live though this inner (so – often invisible to others) torment. That’s why I’m sharing what I found today. Be good to you. Be compassionate to you. You were born because the world needs you. In this moment you are loved.
We are looking for someone or something
some miracle to come upon us and make sense of our emotional pain and our miserable lives.
There is something wrong
with something,
somewhere in our lives,
But we don’t know what it is, who it is.
No matter what anyone says – we can’t accept it
It’s something outside of us
A huge mystery of life
Why were we born ? What is the meaning of our worthless life ? We can see no point to it.
What’s more – it hurts to be alive – each moment is sorrow, agony – a living torture unto death – waves of urgent impulses to end it end it end it…
My biggest message is that we have the power to use chemistry to turn off the pain, and recreate our desire to live again.
We must not keep looking to a one pill miracle cure – but add a few more pills and you’ve got something.
To me, it is a miracle that someone has created chemicals that are exactly like or similar to the chemicals our body uses to operate every system in our bodies and the very chemicals that we get from foods.
What’s the problem with this ? – when depressed, we don’t want to read, we don’t want to learn, we don’t want to do anything.
We can’t wait another moment for anything to help us.
Taking Pills To Live
Yes, I feel cured every day… as long as I take my pills.
Yes, this really is my cure in a cup
Okay, so my cup has a few more pills in it 
What are they ? You could call them concentrated nutrient powders – or – vitamins, minerals, amino acids, & fatty acids.
And it is NO FUN taking them.
But it takes about 1 minute, maybe 2 minutes of misery to sit there in front of that awful cup of pills and gump, gump, gump and they’re down the hatch – just another chore.
But IT IS FUN
NOT feeling depressed and suicidal
NOT being upset and irritableIt is fun having a sense of humor
and being able to get along with the man I adore.
Without my pills, my personality is impossible and unpredictable.
With my supplements, I am so much better. I am more dependable and I can be trusted to react with more reasonable emotions.
With my supplements, my life is worth living
because of how I feel inside myself
how I feel towards others
and how I act and react with others
I am experiencing a meaningful life. I know more what to expect from my feelings and behavior and how to fix it if I let things lax too much.
Life can be so much better or different because of the kind of person you are and the way you react – more reasonably, more rationally, less irratically, less – overly angry, sensitive, and negatively emotional.
You have more to give to others in life
and don’t need so much from them.
It’s more balanced, more normal, better.
I want this for you.
Everything I am writing is to get you to cross that bridge to understanding the life and death difference it makes to treat depression the way it should be treated.
Now you’ve just got to figure out what to get to put into that cup, right ?
- Go to the new DepressionLife.com where I will tell youwhat I take and how you can create your own custom plan.
Get some of these books. These doctors make it easy for you. They have charts and questionaires and their own vitamin formulas that they use in their clinics for their patients.
On Love ~ The Prophet Kahil Gibran
Kahlil Gibran on Love
When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams
as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God’s sacred feast.
All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life’s heart.
But if in your fear you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.
When you love you should not say, “God is in my heart,” but rather, “I am in the heart of God.”
And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.
