Wednesday, October 23, 2019

Comments by lookingformyself

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  • Hi Kjetil,

    Thank you so much for this! The thought of a good afterlife and maybe also reincarnations definitely makes all the injustice and hardship of this life on earth much easier to bare. I tend to think that the universe is too perfect for us to have only this one unjust existence. The universe must be just somehow, so there has to be more. Since I was very little, I have very naturally believed in God, in an afterlife and in reincarnations. However, I haven`t really dared to explore these things much because we live in culture that so aggressively opposes such believes. At the universities for example, I feel it`s about being as pessimistic as possible on behalf of humanity. It`s stupid to believe in God, wrong to believe in truth, conceited to believe that human beings are more than animals and our highest knowledge comes from sense impressions. Much of what I learned there made life so painfully meaningless. Luckily, I have found that what is popular or conventional is seldom correct or true, so I`ve begun to look for ways of thinking that might not be so common, and that makes much more sense to me. That is how I found this movement against psychiatry for example, along with other `truths`. You now inspired me to do the same when it comes to look into life after (and before) death. Any suggestions on where I might start? Thanks again!

  • A wonderful story with a very happy ending. I`m so glad your daughter was spared from Prozac. When I was in my early twenties, I basically ended up in front of a psychiatrist because I stagnated as a swimmer. She very quickly concluded that I was suffering from depression. I didn`t feel depressed at all, but I trusted her judgement since she was a psychiatrist. She prescribed me Prozac right away. I really hoped this psychiatrist had the answer to why I was not performing in the pool, and that Prozac would cure this depression that was holding me back. As I closely monitored how I did in my daily swim practices, I did not realize that I began to change in ways that were only obvious to those around me. I became hypomanic. I don`t think that lasted too long, but then one day, out of the blue I decided to cut my left forearm with an exacto knife. After that day, cutting became a habit. My psychiatrist responded by upping my dose of Prozac, and eventually my cutting was so bad that I had to use towels to clean up the blood afterwards. I ended up in a mental hospital for a week, where I was given Effexor and diagnosed with `severe depression`. That didn`t change anything, except at that point I actually began to become depressed. A while after I was discharged from the hospital, I stopped taking anti-depressants. I think I actually felt that they didn`t change anything. After that, my cutting stopped, and I have never intentionally hurt myself again.