Break, break, break,
On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me.
I have read all the posts in this thread, and each and every one have sunk deep down within me. I am sorry I did not pay attention to this thread earlier, but I was on the way to post on other threads and was sidetracked into this one.
I can relate to your thoughts to unfathomable depths. Forty years ago, less one,
a certain man was swallowed up in the depths of despair. That winter, according to the press was the worst winter since 1907. If you could access police reports, which you can’t, they would say that the certain man was found in a snow bank, walletless, nameless, after all, he couldn’t bring reproach on Jeho’s name could he? If you could converse with members of that person’s community at that time, they would tell you, lightheartedly, that the individual had gone off the deep end, cracked up, gone bonkers, demonized.
That person was rescued by some friends, stood upon his feet, but he was no longer the same person. He had found the enemy and that enemy was us. Several years later after being hunted down, by Splane and Associates he was thrown outside the camp.
He had learned, experienced the black hole of depression, and came to the conclusion that depression was death and there is life after death, after depression. Nuff said about him.
Fast forward to almost a decade ago. Belbab and his wife received a phone call in the middle of the night from a young university student across the water about 150 miles away. He had just climbed down from a chair, with a noose formed from his mountain climbing rope around his neck and he phoned. What brought him down from that chair, what robbed the grim reaper as he called it? It was a vestige of love for the living.
Where is the young man at this hour, today? He is up on Mount Washington, a ski mountain learning avalanche rescue techniques. He belongs to the local search and rescue group. A few weeks earlier, he was up on the same mountain with others recovering a corpse of a man who had doused himself with gasoline and burnt himself to death. Some nights ago, he woke up shouting in terror, a corpse was sleeping beside him in bed.
Yes there is life after death, after the death of depression and related mental disabilities. If you can believe it, there is life before this life and life after the dissolving of the body of this life. Even the life of the one we are mourning on this thread lives on, not just in our memories, but in the depths of our souls, our hearts. Each one of us, resonates to the anguish and sorrow of the departed one.
Is there any practical thing we can do beyond acceptance and resignation? Some of you have suggested various helpful suggestions. Can I offer you a glimmer of hope?
I have searched for these many years for answers. The Bible, scientific, psychology, medical books, life it self, etc, etc. Like Joseph in Egypt, I have been storing up the goods.
Do you know that depression and other related maladies are not prevalent amongst the Inuit and Japanese people? Do you know why it is very prevalent in Americans? Do you know why post-partum depression exists?
The answers to these questions concern a certain essential fatty acid. It is prevalent in wild fish. The essential fatty acids are components of omega 3, namely EPA and DHA. EPA is the more essential one.
Rather than expound my own learning, let me refer you to two books written by two doctors of medical research.
The first: The Madness of Adam and Eve, by David Horribin, MD.This book is a study of the rise of intelligence and creativity across the millennia of humanity, and his convincing evidence depends on diet, and that diet contains the essential acids mentioned above. The creativity of humanity arises, through the shamanistic ones, who we today designate as Schizophrenic.
The second book: The Omega-3 Connection by Andrew L. Stoll, MD
The Groundbreaking Omega-3 Antidepression Diet and Brain Program.
Both these doctors have web sites. They can easily be found through Google.
I obtained the books in our local public library. I intend to order my own copies. If any of you can’t gain access to them and do not have funds to order them, then I will lend you mine.
As an added note, why do Jehovah’s Witnesses, have a surprisingly high rate of depression and similar maladies. One reason, I believe, is their stressful, pleasureless monotonous manipulated lives. They also, especially pioneers, do not live today with the necessary nutrients, but sacrifice their present to the Great Yahoo in the sky and ephemeral promises of some grassy, cow-shitless pasture in the future.
There, I feel better.
belbab