Many, of course not all, mental illnesses thrive only because of society and thos DAMN PSYCHIATRISTS.
I speak from experiece. Take it only as MY experiece. Nothing concrete.
I was feeling bad because I had gotten a really bad illness my junior year in highschool, and had started failing for the first time in my life. I was basically the perfect before that...straigt A's...maybe a B+ here and there. THe truth was I was in a pnic because I was Violently ill EVERYDAY, and I couldn't go to school, which basically something I enjoyed challengin myself with.
IT was really heard after my paarents took me to a psychiatrist and he told me I had "depression." Worst ofall, he let me, a child for the sake of bluntness, do most of the talking and thinking. I know the heart of joy is in the discovery, but NOT when you have NOTHING to go by. I basically blew up my problems to epic proportions due to my lack of maturity at the time. Cna you believe he prescribed Prozac the day I hit a squirrel with my car!!!>????!!!??! He had asked me how my day went and I told him it was fine except for the squirrel incident, and that although it made me feel bad, I had accepted that I could not have stopped without getting rearended at 40mph. He then somehow ended up going into the "deeper meanin: of the incident. it was BS. I was OVER it, and he made me question myself to the point where opinions or theories began to cloud my mind where the Clearcut truth used to be. He was the most wrong-doing man in medicine I have ever met. I basically had to go to a Therapist to fix what the psychiatrist di!
The fact that there are commericials made me question my need for them even more?
But what...why am I not on anything now?
One of the worst things imaginable happened this, my first year of college, about 4 weeks before Christmas.
I had tried to call my Dad @ his cell with no results one day to continue consoling him after getting fired from his Foreign-exchange College job of 17years... I tried home, family, nothing. He had basically dissapeared. His stuff was gone too from my uncles' house were they, as three bothers, shared a home.
No one knew where he was. We were about to call the cops when he called me on a thursday evening at my dorm
My dad had ran off with some chick to Carson city. Tell me if that wouldn't have DISABLED you in some way. I was flabergasted. I missed the entire week before winter break..I didn' teven go to class to hand in a paper that i had already written...I didn't care.
BUT did I take Prozc?, did I TAKE ZOLOFF DID I TAKE ANYTHING TO HELP ME?
No.
I ended up failing college calc 3 times as well as physics whilest I got help from counselors and a priest.
I am back on track now, sort of anyway, passing my classes, if not by only a smidge of an amount the fact is that I am stll here.
No suicide attempts.
No Drugs. (ever)
No alcohol(ever)
no medicine(drugs/over the counter/prescription/illegal)
And I am still here.
It is hard mind you, but possible. I feel crabby alot, but I know why ..
ALL i have is the word of God, however corny that sounds....but it works
I still respect thaat there are those with serious mental problems that NEED to be treated, but strongly believ, and know of, those who take the easy route.
In 7 years they will sill be poppin pills.
In 7 years, I'll have my masterin Electrical Engineering. In 9 I'll have my MBa or IST undergarduate equiv. In 11 I;ll have the other one.
Life is persistance. Persistance is life. Whether you are scavanging for food or trying to deal with failing family, persistance is key.