My first–a red lower-case “i”–was put on my body about two months ago, give or take. I am 48 years old. I think I’m a little too old to begin a tattoo addiction, but it happened anyway. Let me tell you why…
I tell you that to preface this: getting a tattoo is like cutting. (That’s what some people with mental illness do to themselves, usually on the arms, in order to relieve stress and tension.) The difference is that someone else is doing it for you, and it’s much prettier. The feeling that you get is the same, and I’m not talking about the pain. (It isn’t really painful, in fact.) It’s the incredible sensation of ” Aaahhh…” that keeps people coming back for more. It just feels good.
In a bowl of water, soak peels of a pomegranate. Place the bowl on flame and let this water boil. Turn off the flame, strain the concoction and let it cool down. Drink this once in the morning and once in the evening.
Involve yourself into some sort of project like music band or dance, fishing, hunting, choir singing, hiking, sports, playing bridge, book club, collecting something, etc. As long as there is some kind of social interaction, and you keep your touch to the outside world, it will be tremendous help in your fight with depression disorder.
Now you may not have depression. You may be bi-polar, or have some other equally unpleasant condition. It’s very necessary for the hypnotherapist to know precisely what’s wrong with you. After all, if you go to a doctor and tell him you have a broken leg, when in fact you have pains in your stomach, neither you nor he will get very far.
A Passive Aggressive Personality will gripe, pout and argue about what they feel is an inconvenience put upon them. An example would be asking a question in the middle of a television show they are watching such as “Would you like some tea?” or the phone or doorbell rings and they are asked “If they could get that?” Mood disorders such as Bipolar, Cyclothymia, Manic, Hypomanic, and fachklinik für psychosomatik are other mixes that can cause irritability.
I went down into the cellar with a box and it was too small, so I returned upstairs to find something larger and on my way down the narrow wooden Dutch stairs with the empty box in hands, my feet slipped from under me. Now, I am trained in martial arts and know how I’m supposed to land, but stairs are an aggressive enemy and there was no saving myself here. What came next was not a pretty sight and I landed heavily. When the bruising set in, my ass looked like I had a huge black bar code across my right cheek and I swear you could have run me through the checkout at the supermarket and found a price. An extremely high price.
If you are in a slump, I suggest you try therapy first. If that does not work, there is a myriad of different options, as well as drugs as a treatment option. If it helped me, it could possibly help you. Depression isn’t something to take lightly, so make the call and decide what’s best for you.