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Ways that I've Coped with my Mental Problems
I am not a professional in any sense. I am a long time mental patient, and I want to share ways that I've dealt with my mental problems. If I am isolated from people, either by my lack of social skills while around people, or by my physical isolation from people, then I may as well be in a float tank experiment where it is only a matter of time when my mind will drive itself mad. In these conditions, sometimes I have delved into my mind, perhaps a regression of sorts, for answers, but only to be convicted into paranoia, causing me to delve deeper, which causes more paranoia, and snowballing into the deepest recesses of my mind, where I have experienced no greater terror. While I am the product of a million years of my ancestors convoluted into me, I am also the product of my personal life experiences, from the moment of conception. My evolutionarily older mind has been my greatest curse, yet my greatest blessing. My mind basically saved it from itself. For every step back, it's pulled me a step forward. I have a mental illness, but I have a faith. In reality, my life's problems weren't much to merit such extents, but in my own mind I felt otherwise. I was born a leaf on a tree of many leaves. As my problems mounted, I delved into my mind. On a snowball regression fueled by paranoia and problems I created, I soon found myself going back down my leaf stem, down the twig, down the branches, down the trunk, and so on. Along the way, I had friends and foes alike, who were where I was, equally joined to the same trunk, though through separate avenues (branches). Some of the voices supported me, others criticized me harshly. I thought I had gone telepathic. But I didn't like what that entailed. My mind was mine, and I didn't like my foes coming in for an unwelcome visit. Nor was it humanly possible for me to help my friends in any healthy fashion, merely by sending them my thoughts. In the midst of this, here are some ways that I've dealt with my mental problems: 1. I recognize the possibility that voices are telepathy-oriented, but I own everything that enters my mind. If an unwelcome intruder gets his/her foot in the door by shocking me with an unpleasant message, I have to remember that now I own their foot, since it entered my mind space. If I want to, I can grab their foot, push it out, and close the door. I also own the shocking voice or image that they projected into me, which is now material for me to forgive. 2. The more attention and blame that I give outsiders, for mental activity that goes on within me, then the more power that I give the outsiders to continue their invasion, amplify it, and get their way with me. If I remember that, it is easier for me to own my own experiences, and look for ways to integrate them into my personal mind. 3. The more time I spend addressing my shyness, by making friends with real people, and talking to people in conventional ways, the more I can become rooted into reality, and have real people to spend time with, instead of voices and visions, which I don't think are very healthy for me. 4. I decided once to test whether the voices knew any more than I did. I put a deck of cards on the desk, asked them what the top card was, and drew it to see. The voices were always wrong. 5. I have a lot of unconscious anger, and tend to argue. Ultimately the only way to cure discord, within or outside of me, is through reconciliation, forgiveness and love. One step towards my recovery has been leaving my past behind me through living a new life ahead of me. Jon Thoughts to the professionals: The Biogenetic Law, perhaps as it applies to the growth stages of the human brain in evolution, states that ontogeny recapitulates phylogeny. Jung's idea of the Collective Unconscious seems to hint that people may be somewhat networked to one another through the phlogenetic element. While the deterioration into inferior forms that may accompany regression, there may be complementary positive constructions that happen, to balance. Phylogeny given intelligence can capitalize, but it is a problem similar to being tired, laying down but can't sleep, and getting up only to get tired again, and repeating. The leaves can flutter, but the trunk won't move. The danger is the individual's potential to do harm to his/her fellow leaves. If they perfect the ability, it is an untraceable crime. |