Unveiling the Stigma
This courageous book will open your eyes as it gradually unravels the power of self help and how we can turn our lives around.
Birth…Death…and All the Crap in Between offers an intriguing look into life's obstacles and what can truly push us over the edge. The author reveals how she was met with challenge after challenge; a mentally abusive father, rejection, the divorce of her parents, homelessness, depression, anxiety, low self-esteem, social anxiety disorder, suppression, and a tremendous struggle to live in a world she felt unjust. She finally imploded. A failed attempt at suicide would eventually…shock her world!
This courageous book will open your eyes as it gradually unravels the power of self help and how we can turn our lives around. It may change your life. It may also quite possibly save a life! Whether you are suffering, know of someone who is suffering, need a source for understanding or wish to gain knowledge, this book may help.
Life’s a funny thing isn’t it? Man and woman conceive, nine months later out pops another human being. An innocence child, completely raw to the ventures and challenges that lie
This little bundle of joy knows nothing other than to poop, wriggle, gurgle, demand milk, and cry. Why do babies cry when they immediately enter this world? They no longer have the comfort and security of their mother’s womb for one. Or could it be because they have experienced their first form of abuse from being slapped. On the other hand, perhaps they are already aware of what an emotional rollercoaster life can sometimes be.
What, as parents, are we going to teach this child as it progresses throughout life? What will he learn from his peers? Society, everyday people he will come into contact with? What impact will global warming have on him? How will he feel about living in a world where religion sparks war, or how a recession could prevent him from providing a home for his own family someday? Will the pressures of life drive him into a depression, or will he sail through relatively unscathed. Maybe he will dine at the finest restaurants. Then again, he may sift through garbage cans.
They say “We are what we eat” Some people eat chocolate as a comfort food because they are suffering emotionally. They gain weight from the high concentration of sugars. Does this make them pigs? What does that statement mean exactly? What if we were to live on organic foods for the rest of our lives and live a healthy lifestyle? What would we then be labeled as, and would we be more accepted because of the foods we chose to digest? Society assumes a physically healthy person must be of sane mind.
Society are mislead, we haves principles chiseled into our heads that this is how certain aspects of our lives should be. We become a product of other people’s beliefs. For example; some may feel that law enforcement officers are evil people who are out to get us, while others might feel that they are there to serve and protect us. So which is it? One would assume that this depends on what our parents taught us, or perhaps something happened to generate mistrust. If our parents taught us that law enforcement are bad, do we take their word for it or do we at some point inject our own opinion on the matter.
At what stage in our life do we begin to question the principle foundation that was laid out for us? And if we change it, does this make us rebellious or a more independent being. More than likely the latter, but what if we are not permitted to change our ways? Some religions forbid us to entertain certain activities, therefore do we become sinners? So many questions, but where are the answers? Ah! Another question! Where are the answers to our questions? Some believe from their God; God has the answers. Some believe they come from another higher power, some from within. Some feel their parents have all the answers, but do they? How could they possibly know everything! How can our parents have the answer to say, life after death or reincarnation, and are their answers pure speculation? How could they possibly know? They don’t know, for sure. We only know so much, and it is from the lessons of those around us that will predominantly characterize our existence.
So let’s examine life. Why are we here? As homosapiens scientists inform us that we have been on this planet for some 200,000 years. As humanoids, possibly close to a half a million years. So is there a chance that our soul has lived more than once? Some say yes. I had a déjà vu in Egypt riding across the Sahara on my camel named jack. Does this feeling of being there before and doing the exact same thing mean I had lived there 4,000 years ago? Possibly, I also had a psychic tell me I was once an Egyptian princess. But would an Egyptian princess ride a camel? Surely she would ride in an elaborate golden chariot. I have no recollection of a chariot. Perhaps there were two incarnations in separate dynasties. Also, if reincarnation means evolving, why then did I go from being a spoiled princess lavished with gold to a housewife living in Southern Florida? One thing is for sure, I still do love the heat.
One would imagine by evolving we mean as a soul and not what status we once held. Too bad I didn’t bring some of that gold with me in this life; the only item of value during this recession is gold. We know also, that our material status does not make us a wiser individual. You cannot take your Bentley with you when you leave this earth but you can take knowledge.
Perhaps as human beings we expect too much of ourselves. Are we too intelligent for our own good? We certainly think too much, analyze this analyze that. We worry about the small stuff. We get depressed over things that are beyond our control, or we expect the worst. Maybe if we had the mentality of a goldfish or a cat we would be a happier species. Cats often look at us like we’re crazy; “Oh boy, here she goes again yelling and screaming because she can’t find her curling irons. If she’d just calm down for a minute she might remember where she left them, I know where they are! They’re in the bathroom cabinet, but she is too wound up to think lucidly. Oh well she’ll find them eventually. Think I’ll just go back to sleep”.
The goldfish endures no real situations of stress; he bides his time swimming around in circles all day waiting for us to feed him. No responsibilities, no bills to meet, no household chores or errands to fulfill. Of course his situation can be sent into turmoil if we threw a piranha in his bowl.
One wonders if the King Penguin gets as stressed out as we do, after all they have a lot on their plate too. Enduring subzero temperatures, waddling across the viscous Antarctic to breed, then standing in one spot to incubate without eating for a month, hoping and praying that they don’t drop the egg and kill their little chick. Malnourished and exhausted they then have to trudge for miles back to the sea to hunt for food, sometimes diving a possible 300 ft to find a fish, a fish that appears to have it all other than the constant protection of its own life when others are out to consume. These creatures are amazing, they are loyal for the time that they are together, they take care of one another, and both parents incubate and raise their young as a loving couple, if only until the chick is self sufficient.
Like the piranha in the goldfish bowl, life has a way of throwing unexpected obstacles our way. Some cause us distress and seem unbearable to cope with, over time depression may set in, but we don‘t need to kill ourselves over it. Or do we? Some people do. The crap in between birth and natural death means suicide for some.