Thank you for this post. Mental health is probably a little different for each individual. However if there was a connective piece ,a string, of commonality for each person. Here's what I believe
Its the ability to love, love yourself too. The ability to realize that we are all human and perfection is not in our repertoire but how we feel about our choices our creations has a lot more to do with perfection or shall we say mental health. How can we learn to forgive others and ourself. Forgiveness interesting feeling. You can say you are sorry to others and feel it truely But self forgivnes? Can we personally experience forgiveness without an emotional process of suffering, something lost and something discovered? And while we are at it what is humility?
Onto balance for some, what does one do in their life to create meaning and value for you or others? does one require a variety of activities over their lifespan? or will one activity be ample?
There are only questions to answer your question. Knowing the questions for yourself could be mental health
If you’re like me and don’t see the dynamic of a male borderline and a female covert narcissist, my new novel “See You Next Tuesday, Christine” is serialized fantasy based on my life where I personify BPD as a ghost, similar to Dexter with his dark passenger.
If you’re like me and don’t see the dynamic of a male borderline and a female covert narcissist, my new novel “See You Next Tuesday, Christine” is serialized fantasy based on my life where I personify BPD as a ghost, similar to Dexter with his dark passenger.
Psychological treatises are notoriously long-winded and inconclusive.
Therapy is astronomically expensive and of extremely long duration.
I have yet to meet anyone coming out of therapy exclaiming, “I found it! Now I can be happy and lead a full & satisfying life!”
Curiously, psychotherapy began to boom along with the needs of managers and employees of assembly-line social economics. The dehumanization associated with monotonous specialized work and the loss of the more organic aspects of life required a first-aid team that would bandage the inevitable wounds of robotism and the blind conformity required to become a happy consumer. Is it any coincidence that the greatest number of psychotherapists per capita worldwide is found in New York City?
Psych–ology: the study of the SOUL. Rationalists find no tangible evidence of the existence of the soul. Therefore, it does not exist, right? After all, this is proven with statistics, the absurd bedrock of psychology. So what is the business of psychotherapists? Simply treating the symptoms of those lost blobs of protoplasm struggling to reconcile their human needs in an inhuman system. PTSD on a social scale. A sterile, Sisyphean task.
Pretending that people can be treated with such utter nonsense creates the illusion that circumstances are normal and that the authorities are compassionately managing the situation. The arsonist firefighters have sent extinguishers. Stakeholders have no say in the operation without holding at least one Ph.D. It is merely a matter of dealing with a few statistical aberrations that fail to conform to the status quo, so everything is OK.
On the couch, the “client” (he’s paying, right?) is granted the unfettered liberty to speak about the three most important people in his life: Me, Myself & I. Meanwhile, what if Life was more about learning how to Love those around oneself? Once again, while the existence of sex can be proven, the existence of Love cannot be rationally proven. Small wonder that in an ever more rational world, pornography is as endemic as divorce and Trust (a rationally impalpable abstraction) seems nowhere to be found.
Psychotherapy is thus condemned to occupying the tragically ludicrous position of trying to rationally prove what ultimately cannot be substantiated. So what can be done? Blame it on the past.
Yet, the Past is gone forever, irretrievable.
Even Einstein’s Relativity teaches (for those who care to even skim through it) that time IS space. If so, then the only time & space that we ever occupy are here & now. Thus, the rest of your life starts NOW. While modern strategic warfare teaches us that, “He who does not study history is destined to repeat it,” never acknowledging that, unending lamentations of the past can only result in missing a Present that otherwise promised a better future. Meanwhile, everything is Mother’s fault. After all, statistically, over 99% of humanity has one. Was yours perfect? Likely not. She was however human and it is said that to err is human, to forgive divine. Was it her fault, or was she simply overwhelmed by sordid circumstances largely out of her control? Does it even matter by now?
Psychotherapy is big business. I’m not buying it. I found something much better. More lasting, more direct, infinitely more satisfying and most of all, bigger than myself.
this was genuinely eye opening
Glad to hear it and thanks for reading 🙏🏻
Thank you for this post. Mental health is probably a little different for each individual. However if there was a connective piece ,a string, of commonality for each person. Here's what I believe
Its the ability to love, love yourself too. The ability to realize that we are all human and perfection is not in our repertoire but how we feel about our choices our creations has a lot more to do with perfection or shall we say mental health. How can we learn to forgive others and ourself. Forgiveness interesting feeling. You can say you are sorry to others and feel it truely But self forgivnes? Can we personally experience forgiveness without an emotional process of suffering, something lost and something discovered? And while we are at it what is humility?
Onto balance for some, what does one do in their life to create meaning and value for you or others? does one require a variety of activities over their lifespan? or will one activity be ample?
There are only questions to answer your question. Knowing the questions for yourself could be mental health
If you’re like me and don’t see the dynamic of a male borderline and a female covert narcissist, my new novel “See You Next Tuesday, Christine” is serialized fantasy based on my life where I personify BPD as a ghost, similar to Dexter with his dark passenger.
http://3rdestate.substack.com/s/christine
If you’re like me and don’t see the dynamic of a male borderline and a female covert narcissist, my new novel “See You Next Tuesday, Christine” is serialized fantasy based on my life where I personify BPD as a ghost, similar to Dexter with his dark passenger.
http://3rdestate.substack.com/s/christine
Psychological treatises are notoriously long-winded and inconclusive.
Therapy is astronomically expensive and of extremely long duration.
I have yet to meet anyone coming out of therapy exclaiming, “I found it! Now I can be happy and lead a full & satisfying life!”
Curiously, psychotherapy began to boom along with the needs of managers and employees of assembly-line social economics. The dehumanization associated with monotonous specialized work and the loss of the more organic aspects of life required a first-aid team that would bandage the inevitable wounds of robotism and the blind conformity required to become a happy consumer. Is it any coincidence that the greatest number of psychotherapists per capita worldwide is found in New York City?
Psych–ology: the study of the SOUL. Rationalists find no tangible evidence of the existence of the soul. Therefore, it does not exist, right? After all, this is proven with statistics, the absurd bedrock of psychology. So what is the business of psychotherapists? Simply treating the symptoms of those lost blobs of protoplasm struggling to reconcile their human needs in an inhuman system. PTSD on a social scale. A sterile, Sisyphean task.
Pretending that people can be treated with such utter nonsense creates the illusion that circumstances are normal and that the authorities are compassionately managing the situation. The arsonist firefighters have sent extinguishers. Stakeholders have no say in the operation without holding at least one Ph.D. It is merely a matter of dealing with a few statistical aberrations that fail to conform to the status quo, so everything is OK.
On the couch, the “client” (he’s paying, right?) is granted the unfettered liberty to speak about the three most important people in his life: Me, Myself & I. Meanwhile, what if Life was more about learning how to Love those around oneself? Once again, while the existence of sex can be proven, the existence of Love cannot be rationally proven. Small wonder that in an ever more rational world, pornography is as endemic as divorce and Trust (a rationally impalpable abstraction) seems nowhere to be found.
Psychotherapy is thus condemned to occupying the tragically ludicrous position of trying to rationally prove what ultimately cannot be substantiated. So what can be done? Blame it on the past.
Yet, the Past is gone forever, irretrievable.
Even Einstein’s Relativity teaches (for those who care to even skim through it) that time IS space. If so, then the only time & space that we ever occupy are here & now. Thus, the rest of your life starts NOW. While modern strategic warfare teaches us that, “He who does not study history is destined to repeat it,” never acknowledging that, unending lamentations of the past can only result in missing a Present that otherwise promised a better future. Meanwhile, everything is Mother’s fault. After all, statistically, over 99% of humanity has one. Was yours perfect? Likely not. She was however human and it is said that to err is human, to forgive divine. Was it her fault, or was she simply overwhelmed by sordid circumstances largely out of her control? Does it even matter by now?
Psychotherapy is big business. I’m not buying it. I found something much better. More lasting, more direct, infinitely more satisfying and most of all, bigger than myself.
But that’s another story.