(((((Sylvia)))))
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over many years i have been pondering how mental illness has impacted upon jw's due to the effects of indoctrination.
in my case; when i was 21 i had a breakdown and was hospitalised for 6 weeks.
i was diagnosed with anxiety tension state disorder.
(((((Sylvia)))))
!!!
over many years i have been pondering how mental illness has impacted upon jw's due to the effects of indoctrination.
in my case; when i was 21 i had a breakdown and was hospitalised for 6 weeks.
i was diagnosed with anxiety tension state disorder.
I have already written about young Bethelites, in an earlier post, but there's more . . . always more:
We young Bethel brothers were homesick, feeling all the hormonal emotions a kid experiences. Serving Jehovah and the so-called people of good will -- bringing them into the fold -- helped allay our unfulfilled yearnings. Well, as long as we were busy, and, except for those furtive hours of scant sleep, we were on the go nonstop.
Many of us had breakdowns, even though Bethel HQ did recognize our need for recreation, providing onsite facilities: bowling, basketball, etc. That's what I recall. However, my friends and I in the foreign language congregations were way too busy to unwind. One of my friends, perhaps the hardest working of all, often came home late an night from an assignment and collapsed on his bed in his street clothes. Several of us hardworking kids wound up in the infirmary, quit assignments, ran away, attempted suicide, left for good . . .
I don't believe my fellow Bethelites were as emotionally damaged as I, given my own family history; but the relentless giving and giving will take its toll -- on anyone.
And, I repeat: FOG, FOG, FOG, . . .
well, that would be an airer.
it's all in how we hear the spoken word.
when a little boy, one fellow thought "world peace" was "whirled peas.
Ampersand (&) was once the 27th letter of the alphabet.
Honest!
you, my beloved, dearest soul ever to touch a foot .
on this hallowed earth upon which now i kneel,.
it's but the memory of you, that fading recollection of .
Understood, Dear, . . . understood.
Love and blessings, likewise, to you.
you, my beloved, dearest soul ever to touch a foot .
on this hallowed earth upon which now i kneel,.
it's but the memory of you, that fading recollection of .
Thank you, Nancy and Sylvia, for posting.
The wind at my back is good, Nancy!
Yes, Syl, absolutely! You get my meaning and I yours -- no need to explain. We sorrow for our mutual losses and long for a requited love.
But who am I to mourn? There are so many loved ones chez moi.
good morning, all.. it is good to be here.. thanks to all for your contributions.. love and blessings.
sylvia.
Yard "saling"! Back atcha!
GOOD MORNING, Loved Ones.
CoCo du Jour
greetings, word lovers:.
in my job, i work with words and wrangle them into shape, well, in a manner of speaking.
one word might be mistaken for another, a word with either a similar or identical sound.
I hid from my pursuer in the densest boscage I could find, for I am a recreant bloke.
greetings, word lovers:.
in my job, i work with words and wrangle them into shape, well, in a manner of speaking.
one word might be mistaken for another, a word with either a similar or identical sound.
Iown Mylife:
Imunna look that up!
Thanks.
lovecraft is a master of horror.what you will find below is a very short story.
i have written it.i was 'drunk on lovecraft' when i crafted it.it is pure horror and blasphemy.
only ex-jw's can perhaps fully grasp the depth of the horror...click on the link:https://drive.google.com/file/d/0b6a8sp5_psf-d2fktejjwwjrt28/view?usp=sharing.
Terry:
Are you acquainted with Clark Ashton Smith, the Bard of Auburn, California? I read him every night at bedtime and takes notes, which is my wont.
I will look into Lovecraft, who was friends with CAS. Oh, your tale of horror, too.
Thanks.
you, my beloved, dearest soul ever to touch a foot .
on this hallowed earth upon which now i kneel,.
it's but the memory of you, that fading recollection of .
You, my beloved, dearest soul ever to touch a foot
on this hallowed earth upon which now I kneel,
It's but the memory of you, that fading recollection of
glorious moments past that join my aching heart to a
Wasted soul in an elusive hope that somehow, some
way, I might find relief from a descent into madness.
The parting of our ways was enjoined upon me by a
sickness that struck at a weakness we neither of us
Knew did lurk; and lurk and menace it did until, in full
and robust form, it burst forth fully conceived from an
Unsuspecting heart: your once pure and noble heart
fastened itself onto another, a soul whose neediness
Supplanted my own needs, those once attended to by
you; and so you drifted to him whose heart was, by
Urgent necessity, in peril lest you, the healer of those
forlorn, should fail to succor the weaker of us two.
Not unlike those lovers in Camelot, who would sooner
part company than rekindle a lambent love gone cold.