Get Rid Of Depression
Are you blue, anxious, irritable, tired, inundated or emotionally delicate? These forms of mood disorders have become shockingly common, and in a lot of cases, may easily be resolved.
Depression and anxiety particularly have become so prevalent that it’s exceedingly common for individuals to be taking medication for one or even both of these mood disorders. As a matter of fact, the incidence of depression and anxiety has tripled since 1990 and more than twenty-five percent of the adult population in the U.S. suffers from one or more mood troubles.
Occasionally depression or a blue mood might have no evident cause and occasionally it might be caused by a number of elements. Keeping a journal is among the most potent tools available for personal growth and emotional mending. It may and should be a day-to-day ritual. Putting down our views lets us view them as separate from ourselves.
A wellness checklist ought to handle the needs of mind, body, and soul by rendering honest daily goals. It's meant to encourage you as you battle depression, not drown you, so keep it easy.
Beneficial nutrition is crucial when you need to battle depression. This is tricky, as depression tends to cut off the appetite. In order to battle depression, you need to take up enough calories and nutrients to provide your body and brain strength.
Sleep furnishes the armor you require to battle depression. Without enough rest, you're more susceptible to those damaging messages twirling around in your brain, and less able to do beneficial things on your own behalf.
Depression might be among the worst illnesses we know, but it's highly treatable. Discovering what works might involve weeks or months - and occasionally even years - of frustration and heartbreak, but with the range of options we now have, your prospects are excellent. Furthermore, we're not helpless bystanders. The decisions we make affecting our lifestyles can dramatically better the odds in our favor. To those of you, who are depressed, please look for help - you shouldn't have to hurt one day longer than you have to. For those of you fighting with your treatments don't give up hope. A more brilliant future lies ahead.
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Wasteful Thinking
What are the most common “drag you down, get in the way of success” thoughts?
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- Defeatist (accepting, expecting, or being resigned to defeat)
- Cynical (contemptuously distrustful of human nature and motives)
- Vindictive (seeking revenge)
- Blame/ Fault (who cares? what are we going to do now?)
- Wishful (do what you can to influence the deal/ project/ situation and keep moving)
- Self-pity (get over yourself… complain less… especially to yourself)
- Worrisome (it won’t help, costs time, and can drag you down)
- Jealous (want it? earn it)
- Pre-argumentative (the imaginary argument you have to prepare yourself for the argument that may never happen)
- Post-argumentative (the imaginary argument you have where you’re quicker than you were in the actual argument)
- Procrastinatory (if you’re going to procrastinate, you might as well do something fun instead of thinking about how bad it is that you’re procrastinating… dummy)
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Nights of the Werewolf (forward to PTSD: Pathways Through The Secret Door)
As I sit here and write this, I look back on 40 plus years of trying to figure out what was wrong with me. I will not remember everything due to over indulgence in medications. (Booze, pills, women and anything else I thought would fix me.)
My military life was very colorful, illustrious, for lack of a better term and very insane at times. I am getting a bit ahead of myself I suppose. I was born in an elevator in Holden, West Virginia. Talk about a dichotomy my childhood was up and down. My childhood was filled with the usual events of a child with divorced parents. I had massive mood swings from as far back as 4 or 5 years old.
My heroes were sports figures, mostly professional wrestlers, and Evil Knievel. Evil was the epitome of “balls” when I was a kid. I use to jump trashcans on my bicycle pretending to be him. In my mind, everything was black or white, no gray, no in between. It was all or nothing and that was how I lived from childhood until I was 38 years old. I feigned confidence, took risks that no one in his or her right mind would ever do. This is everything from the jumping of garbage cans to drinking whiskey until I became so drunk I had to hold onto the grass to keep from falling off the earth, and volunteered for every suicide mission I could go on in the Army.
Rage was my constant friend and companion; I had no inkling of peace for many years. The only peace I had ever known was the adrenaline rush with the garbage cans, living in the doghouse (my fort and escape) and flying over and into combat with the military. (Facing death or ignorance)
I must tell you about the doghouse. My doghouse was a place I escaped to when I was a kid. I would sit in it for hours and dream of ways to make the doghouse fly away and take me to anywhere but there. I was too young to realize that if it did ever fly I still had to take “me” along. The irony of my “dog house” escape is; we did not have a dog; the previous owners left it. I always felt like I did not fit in. It was like watching a movie, sometimes I was the leading character at other times I was sitting in the theater watching with my heart beating for fear of finding out the truth about me. The truth I might add that I did not even know at the time and the truth would get darker before it would get better.
It would take me around the world several times because I despised “Garrison Duty” with all of its rules and regulations.
The title of this forward came about because of the nights I wake up and feel pain and indescribable fear all though my body. It reminds me of Lon Chaney Jr. in “The Werewolf.” When I wake up at 2:30 or 3:00 a.m. and my body hurts and feels like a transformation of sorts. I go downstairs and huddle on the back porch away from the light that is over our pool. That is when I would turn into the Werewolf, my body aching, my mind racing 100 mph, trying to focus on anything but the fear and anxiety. Sometimes I will see things that are not there, or are they? Weird, other times the silence is deafening. In this book are some of my discoveries that have kept me from blowing my brains out, or destroying the ones I love. Thank you in advance for allowing me to share with you.
-Timothy Kendrick , SGT. U.S. Army, Retired
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My military life was very colorful, illustrious, for lack of a better term and very insane at times. I am getting a bit ahead of myself I suppose. I was born in an elevator in Holden, West Virginia. Talk about a dichotomy my childhood was up and down. My childhood was filled with the usual events of a child with divorced parents. I had massive mood swings from as far back as 4 or 5 years old.
My heroes were sports figures, mostly professional wrestlers, and Evil Knievel. Evil was the epitome of “balls” when I was a kid. I use to jump trashcans on my bicycle pretending to be him. In my mind, everything was black or white, no gray, no in between. It was all or nothing and that was how I lived from childhood until I was 38 years old. I feigned confidence, took risks that no one in his or her right mind would ever do. This is everything from the jumping of garbage cans to drinking whiskey until I became so drunk I had to hold onto the grass to keep from falling off the earth, and volunteered for every suicide mission I could go on in the Army.
Rage was my constant friend and companion; I had no inkling of peace for many years. The only peace I had ever known was the adrenaline rush with the garbage cans, living in the doghouse (my fort and escape) and flying over and into combat with the military. (Facing death or ignorance)
I must tell you about the doghouse. My doghouse was a place I escaped to when I was a kid. I would sit in it for hours and dream of ways to make the doghouse fly away and take me to anywhere but there. I was too young to realize that if it did ever fly I still had to take “me” along. The irony of my “dog house” escape is; we did not have a dog; the previous owners left it. I always felt like I did not fit in. It was like watching a movie, sometimes I was the leading character at other times I was sitting in the theater watching with my heart beating for fear of finding out the truth about me. The truth I might add that I did not even know at the time and the truth would get darker before it would get better.
It would take me around the world several times because I despised “Garrison Duty” with all of its rules and regulations.
The title of this forward came about because of the nights I wake up and feel pain and indescribable fear all though my body. It reminds me of Lon Chaney Jr. in “The Werewolf.” When I wake up at 2:30 or 3:00 a.m. and my body hurts and feels like a transformation of sorts. I go downstairs and huddle on the back porch away from the light that is over our pool. That is when I would turn into the Werewolf, my body aching, my mind racing 100 mph, trying to focus on anything but the fear and anxiety. Sometimes I will see things that are not there, or are they? Weird, other times the silence is deafening. In this book are some of my discoveries that have kept me from blowing my brains out, or destroying the ones I love. Thank you in advance for allowing me to share with you.
-Timothy Kendrick , SGT. U.S. Army, Retired
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The Next Right Thing
THE NEXT RIGHT THING
Make decisions based on fairness to everyone, you included. Do what is right whenever possible. This will insure that your peace of mind is secure. Without peace, there is no success. There are no “good” or “bad” decisions, just “wise” and “unwise” decisions. The most successful people act without hesitation (other than punching your boss in the mouth) when making a decision. These same individuals are slow to change that decision, but if the necessary result is not achieved, they will change their plan of action. We learn from these decisions as we learn from people that we come in contact with, do not put off that task that will free you from the chains that bind you. At times that might be just getting out of bed. The world continues; change your state of mind. Remember, motion creates emotion. We want to achieve a strong emotional state because with this emotional state we can do whatever we choose to do, we can have whatever we desire when we live with a positive mental attitude. This attitude opens doors.
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Make decisions based on fairness to everyone, you included. Do what is right whenever possible. This will insure that your peace of mind is secure. Without peace, there is no success. There are no “good” or “bad” decisions, just “wise” and “unwise” decisions. The most successful people act without hesitation (other than punching your boss in the mouth) when making a decision. These same individuals are slow to change that decision, but if the necessary result is not achieved, they will change their plan of action. We learn from these decisions as we learn from people that we come in contact with, do not put off that task that will free you from the chains that bind you. At times that might be just getting out of bed. The world continues; change your state of mind. Remember, motion creates emotion. We want to achieve a strong emotional state because with this emotional state we can do whatever we choose to do, we can have whatever we desire when we live with a positive mental attitude. This attitude opens doors.
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A Bucket of Shrimp
It happened every Friday evening, almost
without fail, when the sun resembled a giant orange and was
starting to dip into the blue ocean.
Old Ed came strolling along the beach to his
favorite pier. Clutched in his bony hand was a bucket
of shrimp. Ed walks out to the end of the pier, where
it seems he almost has the world to himself. The glow
of the sun is a golden bronze now.
Everybody's gone, except for a few joggers on the
beach. Standing out on the end of the pier, Ed is
alone with his thoughts...and his bucket of shrimp.
Before long, however, he is no longer alone. Up in
the sky a thousand white dots come screeching and squawking,
winging their way toward that lanky frame standing there on
the end of the pier.
Before long, dozens of seagulls have enveloped him, their
wings fluttering and flapping wildly. Ed stands there
tossing shrimp to the hungry birds. As he does, if you
listen closely, you can hear him say with a smile,
'Thank you. Thank you..'
In a few short minutes the bucket is empty. But Ed
doesn't leave.
He stands there lost in thought, as though transported to
another time and place. Invariably, one of the gulls
lands on his sea-bleached, weather-beaten hat - an old
military hat he's been wearing for years.
When he finally turns around and begins to walk back toward
the beach, a few of the birds hop along the pier with him
until he gets to the stairs, and then they, too, fly
away. And old Ed quietly makes his way down to the end
of the beach and on home.
If you were sitting there on the pier with your fishing
line in the water, Ed might seem like 'a funny old
duck,' as my dad used to say. Or, 'a guy
that's a sandwich shy of a picnic,' as my kids might
say. To onlookers, he's just another old codger,
lost in his own weird world, feeding the seagulls with a
bucket full of shrimp.
To the onlooker, rituals can look either very strange or
very empty. They can seem altogether unimportant
....maybe even a lot of nonsense.
Old folks often do strange things, at least in the eyes of
Boomers and Busters.
Most of them would probably write Old Ed off, down there in
Florida . That's too bad. They'd do well to know him
better.
His full name: Eddie Rickenbacker. He was a famous hero back in World
War II. On one of his flying missions across the
Pacific, he and his seven-member crew went down.
Miraculously, all of the men survived, crawled out of their
plane, and climbed into a life raft.
Captain Rickenbacker and his crew floated for days on the
rough waters of the Pacific. They fought the
sun. They fought sharks. Most of all, they
fought hunger. By the eighth day their rations ran
out. No food. No water. They were hundreds of
miles from land and no one knew where they were.
They needed a miracle. That afternoon they had a
simple devotional service and prayed for a miracle.
They tried to nap. Eddie leaned back and pulled
his military cap over his nose. Time dragged.
All he could hear was the slap of the waves against the
raft.
Suddenly, Eddie felt something land on the top of his
cap. It was a seagull!
Old Ed would later describe how he sat perfectly still,
planning his next move. With a flash of his hand and a
squawk from the gull, he managed to grab it and wring its
neck. He tore the feathers off, and he and his
starving crew made a meal - a very slight meal for eight men
- of it. Then they used the intestines for bait.
With it, they caught fish, which gave them food and more
bait......and the cycle continued. With that simple
survival technique, they were able to endure the rigors of
the sea until they were found and rescued (after 24 days at
sea...).
Eddie Rickenbacker lived many years beyond
that ordeal, but he never forgot the sacrifice of that first
lifesaving seagull. And he never stopped saying,
'Thank you.' That's why almost every
Friday night he would walk to the end of the pier with a
bucket full of shrimp and a heart full of gratitude.
Reference: (Max Lucado, In The Eye of the Storm, pp.221,
225-226)
PS: Eddie was also an Ace in WW I and started Eastern
Airlines.
without fail, when the sun resembled a giant orange and was
starting to dip into the blue ocean.
Old Ed came strolling along the beach to his
favorite pier. Clutched in his bony hand was a bucket
of shrimp. Ed walks out to the end of the pier, where
it seems he almost has the world to himself. The glow
of the sun is a golden bronze now.
Everybody's gone, except for a few joggers on the
beach. Standing out on the end of the pier, Ed is
alone with his thoughts...and his bucket of shrimp.
Before long, however, he is no longer alone. Up in
the sky a thousand white dots come screeching and squawking,
winging their way toward that lanky frame standing there on
the end of the pier.
Before long, dozens of seagulls have enveloped him, their
wings fluttering and flapping wildly. Ed stands there
tossing shrimp to the hungry birds. As he does, if you
listen closely, you can hear him say with a smile,
'Thank you. Thank you..'
In a few short minutes the bucket is empty. But Ed
doesn't leave.
He stands there lost in thought, as though transported to
another time and place. Invariably, one of the gulls
lands on his sea-bleached, weather-beaten hat - an old
military hat he's been wearing for years.
When he finally turns around and begins to walk back toward
the beach, a few of the birds hop along the pier with him
until he gets to the stairs, and then they, too, fly
away. And old Ed quietly makes his way down to the end
of the beach and on home.
If you were sitting there on the pier with your fishing
line in the water, Ed might seem like 'a funny old
duck,' as my dad used to say. Or, 'a guy
that's a sandwich shy of a picnic,' as my kids might
say. To onlookers, he's just another old codger,
lost in his own weird world, feeding the seagulls with a
bucket full of shrimp.
To the onlooker, rituals can look either very strange or
very empty. They can seem altogether unimportant
....maybe even a lot of nonsense.
Old folks often do strange things, at least in the eyes of
Boomers and Busters.
Most of them would probably write Old Ed off, down there in
Florida . That's too bad. They'd do well to know him
better.
His full name: Eddie Rickenbacker. He was a famous hero back in World
War II. On one of his flying missions across the
Pacific, he and his seven-member crew went down.
Miraculously, all of the men survived, crawled out of their
plane, and climbed into a life raft.
Captain Rickenbacker and his crew floated for days on the
rough waters of the Pacific. They fought the
sun. They fought sharks. Most of all, they
fought hunger. By the eighth day their rations ran
out. No food. No water. They were hundreds of
miles from land and no one knew where they were.
They needed a miracle. That afternoon they had a
simple devotional service and prayed for a miracle.
They tried to nap. Eddie leaned back and pulled
his military cap over his nose. Time dragged.
All he could hear was the slap of the waves against the
raft.
Suddenly, Eddie felt something land on the top of his
cap. It was a seagull!
Old Ed would later describe how he sat perfectly still,
planning his next move. With a flash of his hand and a
squawk from the gull, he managed to grab it and wring its
neck. He tore the feathers off, and he and his
starving crew made a meal - a very slight meal for eight men
- of it. Then they used the intestines for bait.
With it, they caught fish, which gave them food and more
bait......and the cycle continued. With that simple
survival technique, they were able to endure the rigors of
the sea until they were found and rescued (after 24 days at
sea...).
Eddie Rickenbacker lived many years beyond
that ordeal, but he never forgot the sacrifice of that first
lifesaving seagull. And he never stopped saying,
'Thank you.' That's why almost every
Friday night he would walk to the end of the pier with a
bucket full of shrimp and a heart full of gratitude.
Reference: (Max Lucado, In The Eye of the Storm, pp.221,
225-226)
PS: Eddie was also an Ace in WW I and started Eastern
Airlines.
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