The True Definition of "Insanity"

[Gary Childress]

Akathisia and the Ideation of Purpose and Identity.....

You can have this treated with a beta blocker in 7 hour blocks. As to people following and emulating you.... Run Forest, Run! People with a deficiency of purpose will latch onto any cause or object that gives them purpose and community. That's what sustains most cults and isms. Other people's perspective of a philosopher is not the philosopher, we are more of a unmoved mover. The projected philosophical persona of what a philosopher is and should be is a hurdle to be overcome, not indulged in.

As to the peripatetic impulse of a thinker to move, it can be the zen or aristotelian desire to mindfully walk and communicate in a measured way, or the buddhist Rhinoceros Sutra desire to evade and wallow in anxiety.... to wander alone like a rhinocerous as in primitive buddhism. It can be the Jain position to purify the soul and gain cosmic predicate enlightenment, living in ruins and livong like a ninja survivalist, or like the Cynics and Hendonists of ancient greece and rome who would travel the world and learn through direct action and consequence. What others thinks in most of these philosophies matters not one damn bit (maybe in aristotle and judiasm). What matters is the development of your own position. You can lead without them, or have them and not lead. Doesn't make it automatically a defining duality of life. I walk and wander often, but go out of my way to remain hidden and uninfluential and unpretentious in most affairs. I'm never going to be mistaken as a guru. If someone insists it is the case a strategically launched fart and dispel that illusion.

ak·a·this·ia
noun
a state of agitation, distress, and restlessness that is an occasional side-effect of antipsychotic and antidepressant drugs.

Perhaps I should stop taking the antipsychotics and antidepressants I've been prescribed? I've tried that before and just end up in the hospital again when I encounter a psychiatrist. So what should I do?

¯\_(*_*)_/¯

Get seen in person by a mental health professional

Can you be a little more specific about what you mean by "mental health professional"? Some psychiatrists (at least ones who've booked me into the psychiatric ward) seem to credit themselves with that distinction.

[commonsense]

Perhaps I should stop taking the antipsychotics and antidepressants I've been prescribed? I've tried that before and just end up in the hospital again when I encounter a psychiatrist. So what should I do?

¯\_(*_*)_/¯

Get seen in person by a mental health professional

Can you be a little more specific about what you mean by "mental health professional"? Some psychiatrists (at least ones who've booked me into the psychiatric ward) seem to credit themselves with that distinction.

See a Psychiatrist or a Psychiatric Nurse Practitioner.

[Gary Childress]

Get seen in person by a mental health professional

Can you be a little more specific about what you mean by "mental health professional"? Some psychiatrists (at least ones who've booked me into the psychiatric ward) seem to credit themselves with that distinction.

See a Psychiatrist or a Psychiatric Nurse Practitioner.

Yes. I have seen both. What's your point?

[commonsense]

Can you be a little more specific about what you mean by "mental health professional"? Some psychiatrists (at least ones who've booked me into the psychiatric ward) seem to credit themselves with that distinction.

See a Psychiatrist or a Psychiatric Nurse Practitioner.

Yes. I have seen both. What's your point?

Go back again. Most (mental) illnesses are not curable. They need to be monitored. You probably can tell when you’re starting to have some symptoms of being less than optimally treated. You may need an adjustment of medications or even another hospitalization. Don’t delay seeking improvement in your treatment.

[commonsense]

Gary

Say something—you’re worrying me.

[Gary Childress]

Gary

Say something—you’re worrying me.

Something.

Does that make you feel better. I have a therapist appt Wednesday if that will help you worry less.

[commonsense]

Gary

Say something—you’re worrying me.

Something.

Does that make you feel better. I have a therapist appt Wednesday if that will help you worry less.

Be sure to ask the therapist for advice about increasing or changing meds. That may mean going to a psychiatrist also, but you deserve all the treatment that’s out there for you.

Yes, I feel better.

[Gary Childress]

Gary

Say something—you’re worrying me.

Something.

Does that make you feel better. I have a therapist appt Wednesday if that will help you worry less.

Be sure to ask the therapist for advice about increasing or changing meds. That may mean going to a psychiatrist also, but you deserve all the treatment that’s out there for you.

Yes, I feel better.

I'm sure we all deserve the treatment that is out there for us. I'll do my best to deal with it.

[commonsense]

Something.

Does that make you feel better. I have a therapist appt Wednesday if that will help you worry less.

Be sure to ask the therapist for advice about increasing or changing meds. That may mean going to a psychiatrist also, but you deserve all the treatment that’s out there for you.

Yes, I feel better.

I'm sure we all deserve the treatment that is out there for us. I'll do my best to deal with it.

How did your visit with the therapist go? Do you feel that going forward you will be less “insane”?

[Gary Childress]

Be sure to ask the therapist for advice about increasing or changing meds. That may mean going to a psychiatrist also, but you deserve all the treatment that’s out there for you.

Yes, I feel better.

I'm sure we all deserve the treatment that is out there for us. I'll do my best to deal with it.

How did your visit with the therapist go? Do you feel that going forward you will be less “insane”?

It went well. I'm working on it.

[commonsense]

I'm sure we all deserve the treatment that is out there for us. I'll do my best to deal with it.

How did your visit with the therapist go? Do you feel that going forward you will be less “insane”?

It went well. I'm working on it.

That’s good to know.TTFN

[Constantine]

Do they talk about Dialectical Behavioral Therapy or Cognitive Behavioral Therapy? Both have extensive literature, usually goes along with anti psychotic medicine.

[FrankGSterleJr]

I believe that when one dies, his/her spirit or consciousness is finally 100 percent free of the purely-cerebrally-based agitation and contempt that may have actually blighted much of their life.

Thus free of their corruptible corporeal shell, they are likely wondering, ‘Why was I so angry, so much of the time? Oh, the things I said!... I really hope I didn't do damage while I was there’. …

As for quality of life versus death perspective: however very unfortunate it may be to mostly despise one’s own corporeal existence, for many of us the greatest gift life offers is that someday we get to die.

It was Sigmund Freud, I believe, who postulated that due to the general stressful nature of human existence, i.e. anxiety (“stimuli”, I believe he called it), the ultimate goal of our mind is blissful death.

The Sigmund Freud character in the 2011 film A Dangerous Method, muttered upon having a near-death-experience heart attack, “How sweet it must be to die.”

Regardless of how the entire reincarnation process/purpose is supposed to function, if one’s sole existence is mostly miserable, the concept of reincarnation becomes unthinkable: To be spiritually forced to corporeally return to this world even once, let alone an indefinite number of times, is understandably true hell.

Ergo ...


I awoke from another very bad dream, a reincarnation nightmare / where having died I’m yet again being forced to be reborn back into human form / despite my pleas I be allowed to rest in permanent peace. //

My bed wet from sweat, I futilely try to convince my own autistic brain / I want to live, the same traumatized dysthymic brain displacing me from the functional world. //

Within my nightmare a mob encircles me and insists that life’s a blessing, including mine. //

I ask them for the blessed purpose of my continuance. I insist upon a practical purpose. //

Give me a real purpose, I cry out, and it’s not enough simply to live / nor that it’s a beautiful sunny day with colorful fragrant flowers! //

I’m tormented hourly by my desire for emotional, material and creative gain / that ultimately matters naught, I explain. My own mind brutalizes me like it has / a sadistic mind of its own. I must have a progressive reason for this harsh endurance! //

Bewildered they warn that one day on my death bed I’ll regret my ingratitude / and that I’m about to lose my life. //

I counter that I cannot mourn the loss of something I never really had / so I’m unlikely to dread parting from it. //

Frustrated they say that moments from death I’ll clamour and claw for life / like a bridge-jumper instinctively flailing his limbs as though to grasp at something / anything that may delay his imminent thrust into the eternal abyss. //

How can I in good conscience morosely hate my life / while many who love theirs lose it so soon? they ask. //

Angry I reply that people bewail the ‘unfair’ untimely deaths of the young who’ve received early reprieve / from their life sentence, people who must remain behind corporeally confined / yet do their utmost to complete their entire life sentence—even more, if they could! //

The vexed mob then curse me with envy for rejecting what they’d kill for—continued life through unending rebirth. //

“Then why don’t you just kill yourself?” they yell, to which I retort “I would if I could. //

My life sentence is made all the more oppressive by my inability to take my own life.” //

“Then we’ll do it for you.” As their circle closes on me, I wake up. //

Could there be people who immensely suffer yet convince themselves they sincerely want to live when in / fact they don’t want to die, so greatly they fear Death’s unknown? //

No one should ever have to repeat and suffer again a single second that passes. //

Nay, leave me be to engage the dying of my blight!

[Constantine]

Have you talked to a religious figure, such as a monk or priest, involved in the belief of reincarnation?

[commonsense]

I believe that when one dies, his/her spirit or consciousness is finally 100 percent free of the purely-cerebrally-based agitation and contempt that may have actually blighted much of their life.

Thus free of their corruptible corporeal shell, they are likely wondering, ‘Why was I so angry, so much of the time? Oh, the things I said!... I really hope I didn't do damage while I was there’. …

As for quality of life versus death perspective: however very unfortunate it may be to mostly despise one’s own corporeal existence, for many of us the greatest gift life offers is that someday we get to die.

It was Sigmund Freud, I believe, who postulated that due to the general stressful nature of human existence, i.e. anxiety (“stimuli”, I believe he called it), the ultimate goal of our mind is blissful death.

The Sigmund Freud character in the 2011 film A Dangerous Method, muttered upon having a near-death-experience heart attack, “How sweet it must be to die.”

Regardless of how the entire reincarnation process/purpose is supposed to function, if one’s sole existence is mostly miserable, the concept of reincarnation becomes unthinkable: To be spiritually forced to corporeally return to this world even once, let alone an indefinite number of times, is understandably true hell.

Ergo ...


I awoke from another very bad dream, a reincarnation nightmare / where having died I’m yet again being forced to be reborn back into human form / despite my pleas I be allowed to rest in permanent peace. //

My bed wet from sweat, I futilely try to convince my own autistic brain / I want to live, the same traumatized dysthymic brain displacing me from the functional world. //

Within my nightmare a mob encircles me and insists that life’s a blessing, including mine. //

I ask them for the blessed purpose of my continuance. I insist upon a practical purpose. //

Give me a real purpose, I cry out, and it’s not enough simply to live / nor that it’s a beautiful sunny day with colorful fragrant flowers! //

I’m tormented hourly by my desire for emotional, material and creative gain / that ultimately matters naught, I explain. My own mind brutalizes me like it has / a sadistic mind of its own. I must have a progressive reason for this harsh endurance! //

Bewildered they warn that one day on my death bed I’ll regret my ingratitude / and that I’m about to lose my life. //

I counter that I cannot mourn the loss of something I never really had / so I’m unlikely to dread parting from it. //

Frustrated they say that moments from death I’ll clamour and claw for life / like a bridge-jumper instinctively flailing his limbs as though to grasp at something / anything that may delay his imminent thrust into the eternal abyss. //

How can I in good conscience morosely hate my life / while many who love theirs lose it so soon? they ask. //

Angry I reply that people bewail the ‘unfair’ untimely deaths of the young who’ve received early reprieve / from their life sentence, people who must remain behind corporeally confined / yet do their utmost to complete their entire life sentence—even more, if they could! //

The vexed mob then curse me with envy for rejecting what they’d kill for—continued life through unending rebirth. //

“Then why don’t you just kill yourself?” they yell, to which I retort “I would if I could. //

My life sentence is made all the more oppressive by my inability to take my own life.” //

“Then we’ll do it for you.” As their circle closes on me, I wake up. //

Could there be people who immensely suffer yet convince themselves they sincerely want to live when in / fact they don’t want to die, so greatly they fear Death’s unknown? //

No one should ever have to repeat and suffer again a single second that passes. //

Nay, leave me be to engage the dying of my blight!

Are you presenting this as an example of insanity or are you making a point that pertains to the definition of insanity?