How To Eat To Live, Not to Die: Simple Scientific Approach To Foods that Prevent and Reverse Disease for Longer Life

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No one here is going to use some fake ass sky daddy to make me feel bad or good. I don’t care for such myths. Are you away from your husband now (and in a place where he can’t get at you)? Your story sounds truly horrific. Perhaps this counsellor didn’t believe you, if they told you to ‘drop the charges if you wanted your marriage to work’. From what you’ve said, this sounds like a marriage past saving, and the important thing is to get you safe and in a place where you’ve got a chance of rebuilding your life, and your husband in a place where he isn’t able to harm you or anyone else. Please don’t give in. Ketamine, psilocybin, ECT, and unexpected meds: doxycycline, NAC (yeah, mucomist), namenda, wellbutrin+Dextromethorphan. Alternatively, if your wife really thinks that she doesn’t have a problem and everything is your fault, might she be happier if you separated from her? Would YOU be happier? Would your children? Sherry.. you say you don’t understand why others are keeping you alive against their will? No one – besides yourself – can keep you alive against your will.

And of course you list many other losses and disappointments, as well as destructive self-talk and shame. Please, get help. You don’t actually need to redeem yourself, but even if you did, you can do more good alive than dead. When I was a teenager, my father used to say jokingly that as he had one daughter (me) and two sons, one of the boys was spare, but he hadn’t decided which one. He was only joking, but at the time, I took it much too seriously and used to think, ‘No! Neither of my brothers is expendable, but parents shouldn’t have more children, therefore the one who ought to die must be me, and maybe if I wasn’t around, my parents might appreciate my brothers more instead of comparing them to me.’ But of course, if I had died, in practice it would have made the situation harder for my brothers, because instead of being compared with their real, academically fairly successful but socially and emotionally immature older sister, they might well have been constantly compared with an imaginary perfect daughter (Your sister would never have used every cup in the house without washing up – your sister would have stayed in every night to study for her A-levels – etc).I quit my job because of stress five years ago, and since then I haven’t done as much of the things I thought I’d be doing (like writing) as I expected, but I’ve been doing more of others, including being supportive to my partner (who is dealing with emotional problems of his own), developing friendships with neighbours, and getting out for walks (overcoming my fear that I couldn’t find my way on a long walk alone). My partner has also taken early retirement, and found a completely new direction in life from 2020, translating German fantasy novels into English.

No, relief in despair is found in realizing that one is mortal anyway, it’s not a choice to be made. Seeing that it will come, that it’s on the doorstep already, that life is short: that gives relief of the pain inside. By living my disappointing life, how ever unsatifying, I accept that my death will come anyway and that relief or satisfaction have to be found before that moment. I was just ‘existing’. Probably feeling worthless and feeling entitled to whichever woman (or women) suited my fancy that night. I don’t know whether that will always be the case – anyone’s health fluctuates, and medicine is advancing. (For example, a few decades ago, being diagnosed with HIV would mean that you were going to die soon. These days, there are antiretroviral drugs that can allow HIV positive people to lead normal, healthy lives.) People who want to be dead often feel hopeless. Consider filling up a hope box (real or virtual) with reminders of the people, places, hopes, and possibilities that make life worth living.You most definitely are not alone in the struggle. The struggle for a happy, peaceful, fair and just life. Something I believe the majority of us have searched for our entire life but many have not achieved. There’s not a night I don’t go to bed without saying goodnight, sweet dreams and I love to my beautiful and wise children. There’s not a night I don’t go to bed without telling my wife how much I love her and thank her for being my friend. Oh yes I also tell my doggies I love them too. But regardless of how much I love my family and truly appreciate their gift I find myself hoping whenever I finally close my eyes that I don’t wake up. Waking up only means another day of suffering mentally and then physically and absorbing the pain of knowing that my state of mind and body does not allow me to be the best father, husband and friend my family deserves. YOU ARE NOT ALONE IN THIS FIGHT FOR INTERNAL PEACE. I understand knowing that your not alone may not help a great deal but know this If at possible I would certainly give you a hug, ear to listen, shoulder to cry on and chest and shoulders to beat on if necessary. I don’t know you but knowing the pain and suffering associated with our disease you feel as family. With that I truly wholeheartedly wish you the absolute best that can be grabbed as we go through life. I am not going to say Hang in there as that is so cliché, what I will say I’ll be thinking about your words and struggle as I go through mine. Be well and know you have touched in a positive way a stranger that like many needs all the feelings associated with positivity that one can get. Thank You My Friend. I have been working since I was 15 1/2 years old and even then I carry three jobs subway Rikers 3M and a place called three ring circus and accessory store I’ve always always worked and paid my own way this is the first time in my entire life that I have I’m in a hole I cannot pay the rent and a building we’ve lived in since 1994 after the Northridge quake I don’t know what to do I don’t have the energy to get up only when I have to work these two shifts I should already have gotten a second job and third job I just don’t it’s different this time I’m in therapy I’m on medication it’s just different I’m tired of struggling I’m so tired I don’t have it in me anymore and all I’ve ever wanted was to be an amazing mom and put my daughter to be proud of me which she is but now how could anybody be proud of what I’ve become in the last two months over two months I don’t even clean the house anymore dishes piled up in kitchen it’s never looked like this I’ve never not been able to pay rent and pay my bills For decades I didn’t even know he had been abused sexually. The physical, verbal and emotional abuse I knew about; we both received daily doses of all that. The sexual abuse floored me. It shouldn’t have, yet there it was from the mouth of one of my own abusers.

But as the Project Coordinator for the NCDs TC often says, the responsibility for one’s eating habits rests with the individual himself and one needs to remind himself that No njang foe dede, ma foe libi—eat to live, not to die!I’m glad that your medication is helping, anyway. (At times when I’ve had to take daily doses of psychiatric meds, they just had adverse side-effects like weight-gain without helping me mentally.) But suffering the side-effects like being exhausted is tough to deal with. The world will always be better with you here.”…is that true? Would you even notice if we were gone? Truly, would you? I have tried every avenue to try to alleviate this pain. Nothing has worked and I’m now at the end. I have no more ideas to try. No new doctors to see. No miracle drugs are on the horizon.

Technically speaking, the term “passive suicidal thoughts” is an oxymoron. The very meaning of suicide is the intentional act of killing oneself. How can someone be suicidal if they don’t want to die by suicide? Please, talk with somebody about how you’re feeling. Sharing your thoughts with a trusted friend, family member, teacher, doctor, minister or other person (or people) serves two purposes: One, they can try to help you. Two, you may not feel so alone. Sorry to hear this. I sometimes feel the same especially when things are going not so good. I’ve learned that the more I feed these thoughts they grow. Life is hard no one ever said it’ll be easy. We have to learn to deal with what we have and make the best of it. The devil wants us to feel these emotions he wants us to give up and have despair but GOD is good he is all we need we have to surrender to his calling. Allow him to give us the peace we so badly yearn for. I know it’s hard and I know it’s seems like it’s never ending but we have to change our way of thinking. Life isn’t that bad only if you want it to be. My dad always says you can’t have a bad day you allow people to make you have a bad day. Sometimes it is ourselves we feed negativity and it grows and grows until the enemy wins we have to stop!! You mentioned you have children live for them I don’t have any but I bet if I did I’ll definitely have something to live for beside my parents and sibling’s Your advice might be good for people who are contemplating death or mildly depressed, but for those who have nothing left to lose it is a joke. I have nothing left to lose and no one who would care when I die. Why should it matter if I kill myself. This is the mental state that people who do the kind of search that lands them here can be in. Now, I think that we can’t KNOW (as opposed to believing) what exactly happens after death, or even whether there is anything at all after death. If there isn’t, then dying doesn’t end your suffering, because you wouldn’t be conscious to know that you were no longer suffering, so all your life experience would still have been of suffering.

The Dangers of Passive Suicidal Thoughts

My mom died ten years ago (12/26/2012) after a long and difficult illness leaving my Dad a widower. This really stunned me. She handed me her phone number and whispered ‘call me.. it’s time to start over’.