Write. Write. Write: poetry, journal entries, dreams, goals, happy times, sad times - write it all down and get it out of your system.
Sometimes your mind needs to purge, just like your body - to cleanse/clear itself.
2007-11-29 18:50:51
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answered by Curious Glo 2
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After being gang raped by two men on a wharf (at age 10), then thrown into the water and left for dead, I recovered in hospital, went thorough years of councilling, thought *A LOT* about the meaning of life, rationalised the incident and then got on with life.
The point of overcoming was the day I accepted that it had happened (something that took years). And that rather than look for reasons why or meaning in, the simple truth was - I was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
It taught me a lot about the true meaing of pain and anguish - when my life feels low, I know I at least have a reference point as to how bad it can really get.
Strangely enough this gives me strength.
2007-11-30 03:02:23
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answered by Sly Phi AM 7
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Discuss with my doctor whether ECT had any prospects of "rebooting" me. I was down to the less palatable and more drastic options, milder and more obvious routes not having worked.
He was of the opinion it didn't. I concurred.
It took an observant query by a new practitioner to open the door. And, two years later, I at least understand why so much of the world didn't make sense, and why I've always found it almost impossible to be anything other than an outeider.
Much of it still doesn't and never will, except intellectually.
But that's less of a problem.
In the light of what I've learned I've quit my job, moved to another part of the country and started an attempt to build a different life.
As Kipling had it in "Chant-Pagan"
"...And I think it will kill me or cure,
So I think I will go there an’ see."
2007-11-30 03:25:41
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answered by Pedestal 42 7
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iPS AT THE TOPcause what i wrote here dont count, i dont reckon. But reading you stuff counts.
am seeing doctors to see how much brain damage i probably have incurred. i don't know why i am so calm. big changes that doesnt seem to be the result of meds. if feel like my mental ability is about what it was at 10 or 12 years old. and yet is very different from anything.
early i thought i was dying from the heart or diabetes but memory glitches are now very apaparant. that was of great pride to me and could only be like if i saw foot fall off and then an ear.
but i am calm when the thing i most treasured appears to be damaged and cannot be made better. only maintained at best. i guess it is tougher for me because i placed that above all else. family friends and even money. was driven to know and now what and what if it worsens quickly. who will help me? there is nobody. they prefer that i come and go quickly and mostly stay to myself and don't make any trouble. isolation makes them happy. i don't have the bonds and love and conversation and sharing that i need now and didn't then. now i have all the time to do sommething for someone, alittle something at least, but they don't wont it or me around. and i worry and fret and think and they cannot stand that. finally going to see a neurologist.
2007-11-30 03:25:47
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answered by Anonymous
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I've had a few and I don't know if I could point to one as the lowest.
I think the point is to just take each day, hour, step, breath as it comes and stay present. I try to be thankful for difficulty. I try to be thankful for challenges and losses. They will make the successes and winnings all the more meaningful. Someday. Perhaps tomorrow.
I always tell myself that things change for the better all the time. It's happened before in my life and I use that as evidence that it will again. In fact, changes could occur in the blink of an eye. It keeps me focus on getting to the next moment in anticipation of great things. Now or maybe in a minute from now.
2007-11-30 02:53:57
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answered by ∞ sky3000 ∞ 5
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My lowest point in life was probably about 13 years ago when my now ex husband (I have married again though) walked out and left me with a 6 month old daughter and 2 older children to bring up. For a few weeks I thought my life was over.
But then I has a realisation that no one else was going to love my life for me so I'd better getting on with doing it myself and making a good life for my children too! I haven't looked back since!
2007-11-30 02:51:51
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answered by Diane 4
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Do something stupid.
Somehow you survive afterwards.
What you learn though, is that you should 'paused' and
not thought about that situation at all - but do something else instead (that is safe and that simply passes the time...)
so that you later ponder over the situation at hand in a better frame of mind.
Hopefully this will stop you from doing something stupid
next time?
You are always responsible for your own actions -
and so you yourself, have to ensure you don't do stupid
things. God isn't gonna come and help you - look at all those who commit suicide successfully.... twas no God that saved all those many people, and many more such people die each year - and so how many thousands have died over the years? worldwide... There was no God to save the majority of them. The lucky ones failed in their attempt.
2007-11-30 02:55:08
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answered by TruthBox 5
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I took the time to allow myself to heal. It took a while, but life came back together and I am now happier than I have ever been. Life is a learning process and we tend to turn that off when we feel bad for ourselves.
2007-11-30 03:22:36
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answered by duaneb_59 5
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Held on tightly to my own 'self'...didn't let it slide down any further...had a heart to heart chat many times over...included head once in a while whenever necessary...read books, mainly autobiographies (no self-help books, absolutely not, they are mostly preachy ordering you to do this or don't do that, when all you want to know is "how"?)....I tided over alone with my determination.
2007-11-30 03:44:49
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answered by P'quaint! 7
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Feel that I was born to murder the world.
I realized that I can't kill what is already dead.
All which exists is junk, you may worship it, you may reject it, but when all is said and done, we were put to death when Adam and Eve tasted the forbidden fruit.
From then on nothing mattered to God. We've been living an empty existence ever since.
2007-11-30 02:56:02
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answered by Adversity 3
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Um, felt bad for myself.
I usually try to occupy my time with other things, such as playing an instrument, or reading. Or handing out with husband, cat and/or dog.
2007-11-30 02:50:47
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answered by Jon and Ari P 3
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