I’ve reach a point in life where my current status quo is intolerable, but pushing forward is going to be a monumental challenge I’m not sure I’m strong enough for. I can feel the internal struggle. Part of me wants to be complacent. I desire for a return to the normal way of life I understood, but every time I consider settling back down, I go through minor panic attacks. The stress levels I have created for myself, I call my internal Kobayashi Maru. For those non Star Trek fans, I feel like I have created an unwinnable scenario. If I stay where I am, I feel like I will suffer an internal collapse that I could not recover from. The alternative I have set up is to move myself 1200 miles away and re start a college life, while maintaining a full time job, without the direct support of the family that I have devoted my life to supporting. I understand that it’s all perspective based, but my damaged psyche has trouble filtering the real emotion from the stress induced anxiety bursts. I can see and understand that both options exists at the same moment. They are both true and false at the same time. Time will tell.
The perfect form of government should be democracy, in theory. 2) Democracy: It is “generally defined as a form of government in which all adult citizens have an equal say in the decisions that affect their lives.” At least as far as we have known in our lives. To others, it’s Socialism; political and economic theory of social organization that advocates that the means of production, distribution, and exchange should be owned or regulated by the community as a whole.
We have a far watered down form of democracy than was initially intended and for some unknown reason, socialism scares people. So where does that leave all of us? Feeling rather powerless. We vote, hoping that it means something. Then someone else comes and makes changes that hurt some while helping others. Shouldn’t everything that happens in a government of the people, by the people, for the people, actually help all of the people? It boggles my mind, thinking of how we got here. Our governments are all doing the best they can with what they have, but we only look to what they do for us. Too many disillusioned people raging against a machine they built with inaction and complacency. The generations before us wonder why their system has been changed so much. Our generation complains about the change. The next generation is struggling in it’s fight to right the changes that took place that are causing so much damage.
These are just some of the things I ponder about, with too much time on my hands, waiting for the last few pieces to fall into place so I can start schooling. Hope everyone have a great day. Peace to you and yours.
“Destiny rarely calls us at a moment of our choosing.” After watching Guardians of the Galaxy 2 for the 2nd time, this time with my father, I thought about that quote, from the 2nd Transformers movie. It rings true for me. I feel like the recent chain of events leading to my drastic life change is similar to the quote. I was content where I was. I no longer wanted to strive for anything more. I believed that here in the USA we had real freedom. I was ok with us struggling to pay our bills from month to month. Don’t get me wrong, there is absolutely nothing wrong with what I was doing and how we were living. By some standards it is luxurious. But something inside was awaken. I have not pushed myself since my time in the USAF. I have only lived within my comfort zone for more than 20 years. To some this is a fine way to be, to me it is not.
I have, deep down, always wanted to make a difference in this world. I have to find a way to cure depression. Not just cover it’s symptoms, but heal the ailment as it exists. Certain levels of depression are crippling, therefor is reasonable to believe that it does act like a persistent disease. If it acts like it, it’s possible that there is some type of biological element causing it. So it should be curable. There are medicines that relieve the symptoms. There are herbs that lift it, albeit temporarily. If it can be manipulated by medicine, it should be healable. The only reason not to cure it, is that it is more cost effective to treat it. Just like so many things in the USA medical system.
In my opinion, which is rather obscure to most people, the people of the world should not have to pay for certain things, such as food, medicine, knowledge, and shelter. These should all be communal necessities, the burden shared by every member. The profits should be on luxuries such as vehicles, fine dining, travel, entertainment, and other extracurricular activities. People should work because they choose to, as their purpose in life, not because they need to sell their time to pay to eat, so they can work more, to pay to be treated for ailments caused by working too much, and so on and so forth. We have been taught to be grateful of our servitude. “Ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country.” In this famous speech, it means the exact opposite of what it sounds like. JFK’s speech is about the USA leading the world to a better place. To defend freedom from it’s hour of maximum danger. It feels like our country and lost it’s way. He wanted the world to unite. “Ask not what American will do for you, but what together we can do for the freedom of man.” That is where we were meant to be. “God’s work must truly be our own.”
Dr. Martin Luther King was another visionary such as Franklin Delano Roosevelt and John F. Kennedy. He saw beyond what was holding us back. He stood up, as any hero does, and moved us in the right direction.
All of those men were called upon, by destiny, to sacrifice themselves, their normal lives, for the greater good of humanity. They are not the only ones, by ANY means, they are simply the ones that I know best. Maybe I have been called. Will I ever even know? Or will my legacy tell my story. Time will tell us HIS plan.
It is the civic duty of every American to entertain these thoughts. Remember where we came from. See the injustice around us. Stand up against the those injustices. Be the shelter to the tired, the poor, the yearning masses waiting to breathe free. We should be proud of what our government stands for. Instead of bowing our heads and looking away from the corruption of the systems. We have the power to change it. We should not be a world divided. Liberty and Justice should be the right all mankind. It should also be THEIR right to choose it.
I want to think that my ideals are shared by many, but I know I’m wrong.
Who are we if not the memories that we tell ourselves? We say, I am a <insert job here>, <insert parental status>, <insert mental disorder>, <insert chemical dependency> , <insert past experiences we remember to form who we see in the mirror today>. What happens when a person has such a clear memory of emotional pain, suffering, regret, sorrow, sadness, and fear, that they have to shut out those memories for fear being overwhelmed? Does that person ever get to be whole?
I have been watching several thought provoking series lately. Ones that remind me of the archaic state of mental health “treatments”. How they used to be barbaric and cruel. By people who actually believed that you could terrify someone into sanity. Today, they just fill you with synthetic garbage to block out more than needed. So many brilliant minds, sleeping through life. We have been forced to tolerate so much. That, in and of itself is near maddening.
It feels as though humanity is standing at the precipice. Allowing so much that should not occur, to keep proliferating itself. If you want to erase racism, stop making race an issue. Don’t mention it in stories. Stop teaching people to keep seeing it where it does not exist. Why do you think cigarette companies like anti smoking commercials? Because they continuously talk about smoking. Reminding people to pay attention to cigarettes. In similar fashion to the World Wrestling Entertainment company, ANY publicity is good for business. That means, the more we tolerate racism, the more we spread it. This goes the same for any differences between people. There will always be differences, but if you don’t continuously accentuate them, then their meaning is diminished.
Right off of Fox Mulder’s wall. But what I want to believe in, is humanity. I want to believe that we will push towards the utopia that Gene Roddenberry imagined in the Star Trek universe. That is preached about in many religions. That world that exists in which there are no adversaries among our own kind. We stop having such negative thoughts about people that have absolutely no effect on our lives what so ever. Race, gender, sex, religion, or even age.
I think we are too far from it for me to see it in my lifespan, sadly, but maybe my kids will enjoy it.
This is why I will study philosophy, religion, psychology, and biochemistry. I want to learn how to understand all the people of the world. I want to find the similarities that exists in every walk of life. I choose biochemistry to find the way to finally lift the mass depression that seems to cover so many people. So that they can learn to dream and believe again too. It might sound crazy, but I believe anything is possible here on earth.
“Without change, something sleeps inside us, and seldom awakens. The sleeper must awaken” – Frank Herbert.
Getting accepted, setting up financing, and finding a place to rent from so far away is an incredible challenge. Not to mention all the hurdles in each of those steps.
Some days I feel the challenge could be too daunting for me. I know better, but doubt and depression go hand in hand. I have been overwhelmed the past couple weeks. I feel too much, think too much, react too much. All because I want something more from life. I don’t want the burden of OCD for the rest of my days. I have no idea how to stop it, but I have to find out. There has to be a biological reason that my cells don’t act/react the same as other people. There also has to be a way to fix that. Emotions and feelings are cellular reactions. They are a physical response to stimuli. Therefor there should be a reasonable way to repair a mis wired or malfunctioning set of molecules. If depression can be lifted, even temporarily, by any means, then it is logical to believe that mental disorders can be fixed. Cured. The body can be healed, I just don’t know how yet. Some kind of plant? My favorite theory is the use of nanites to scrub the cells clean and repair any damage. If they can do that, then they could rewire them to behave normally. These are the things I think about as I cook at work. This is what consumes so much of my time lately. I’m obsessing over having Obsessive Compulsive Disorder…to me, that’s funny.
Peace to you and yours, from me and mine. I hope your troubles flee from you. I hope your days go well. I hope the suns shines on you.
Fighting through depression is much like walking off a broken leg. You can feel the maelstrom raging inside. I know WHY I’m so rough, but not how to get rid of it so easy. So many of us know what it’s like. To me that’s actually heart breaking. It’s 2017 and we still have to struggle with depression and other seemingly simple mental ailments. Seems a touch barbaric that all we are trying to do through pharmaceutical means is to just cover the symptoms. That mindset is archaic at best. Your leg is broken, if we just stop the bleeding and the pain, you will be just fine. Sound about right?
I’ve been having troubles with writing lately. I want to share less and less. I can feel myself withdrawing and it unnerves me. Today was Memorial day and there was a nice presentation at our local park. My son played in the band as they played music from all of the USA armed forces. They read off a list of people from the city I live in, who died in service to our country. Mind you our town is only about 3000ish people. The list was 10%+ of that number. Our town was full of patriots and countrymen who saw our country as something great and worth dying for. Do many still feel that way today? Do we believe Donald Trump will lead us into our great future? Do we trust in our nation at all? Do we trust those we elect to actually do the right thing? These are all troubling to me lately. The age we are in is one that seems to get darker all the time. We war so much, but now I question if we are the good guys. Are we saving people from tyranny and oppression? Or are we lining our pockets with blood money? Best part is, would we believe ANY answer we are given any more?
Some forces even seem to be trying to rip God out of our country, even though we were founded by some pretty devout people. Not clergymen, but normal people that just believed in a power greater than they were.
All of this from a simple line cook, soon to be student(again). Peace to you and yours.
Yesterday I received my acceptance letter into Albertus Magnus College. Now it all starts to get “real”. For me, I felt like I was in stasis, waiting to know if my goals could proceed as planned. Now they can. So much to do, but 2 full months to do it. Find a job in advance, find a place to rent, and plan out how to get there. It’s all coming along nicely. I celebrated a bit last night, with co workers. It was relaxing, as I choose not to drink to excess. The music was great and the mood was “off the hook”. The ones that knew why I was celebrating were very supportive and it was an all around good experience.
One of my many hurdles is the OCD. This last round is especially challenging. Once an obsession passes, the previous point of interest is completely forgotten even to the point of being disinteresting. I started my blog on one such obsessive moments. I find it challenging to come back and continue writing. But, part of my current depression treatment is really helping me observe and take action when I realize the OCD is “in control”. For those that don’t suffer from or have heard of OCD it’s very difficult for me to describe. I tell people, I think of the worst possible outcome to every single scenario I have ever thought of. I tell them about the internal pointless rage. I tell them about the lack of impulse control. I explain that Obsessive is just that, but it’s just as easy to forget that obsession. Unless you live it, it could be hard to grasp. I lived for 41 years before knowing that I was dealing with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. I had to do my own research into the all of the mental symptoms, but the physical repetition was easy to spot. In 1995 the US Air Force wrote in a side note that I was Obsessive Compulsive. I was not told what that meant. I was not treated. I was discarded without further explanation due to previous infractions brought on by the disorder. I didn’t even know that what they did was ethically questionable. I was swept away so quick I was denied by Montgomery GI Bill due to a length of service violation. I had a disorder that they didn’t know how to handle, so I was booted and forgotten without even knowing what Obsessive Compulsive meant. Let alone that it was a disorder that has no cure. This realization hurts. I am going to go back to school this fall in order to help prevent my story from ever being repeated. That’s been my plan all along, but I forget what I’m doing at times. The faded obsession in easily forgotten. Lucky for me I have this Blog, and all of you that stop by, to help remind me. A life goal is not a passing obsession. I can push and complete it, without fearing loss of interest. I worry every day that I will simply fall back to my old habits and forget that I have to find a cure. Depression first, then Anxiety, and then mental disorders like OCD. If you know what it’s like, any word I have said, then you are not alone.
I like “what if” questions. They have been asked by some of the greatest minds in the world. Throughout history “what if” has helped guide us to better places.
What if the world is NOT flat? What if we could feed EVERYONE? What if we could heal EVERYONE? What if…what if every religion holds truth in it? What if we are not supposed to be infighting? What if we are supposed to bridge the gaps in humanity with each different faith. Believe in one another. Instead of doubt, smile at someone you don’t understand. Ask them about why they feel the way they do. LISTEN to them, don’t wait for your turn to talk. Don’t hold a pre conceived notion that they are wrong and you are right, and vise versa. Try to understand what they mean. Reach out to them, instead of push them away.
Didn’t we learn in school to read the WHOLE story and then give our opinion and idea of what it meant? Why should we treat any other human differently? I think so much is lost in translation that we forget to form our own real opinions. We rely on media and celebrities to tell us how we’re supposed to react and feel about situations.
We are still all the same species. The same race. I don’t see any orcs or elves around. Some might argue there are trolls alive on the internet, but they are just angry humans. Many yearn to be heard. So many yearn for validation of their existence.
I tried an experiment lately. I go out of my way to say nice things about people. No matter the race/sex/gender/religion/age. I tell people it’s nice to see them. Because it is. I don’t say these things to lie to a person, I pick something out that I like. Nice hair! Cool hat! That head wrap is a really neat pattern. Your name sounds interesting. I like your accent. It’s very easy.
I hope you all have a great day. I am going to spend the rest of mine with my family.
Remember. You are not alone.