No matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.
— Maya Angelou, civil rights activist, poet
A whole generation of young people in their teens, twenties and thirties seem to be afflicted with variations of depression and anxiety. It was not prevalent in the 60s or 70s as kids grew up then.
We felt sad, we felt anxious and we learnt how to overcome them, without needing to go to a psychiatrist and pop pills, and stay medicated our whole lives. We never knew therapists existed, and even when we found out they existed, we did not feel a need to keep them everytime we felt anxious like kids these days seem to do.
The problem lies with the power of suggestion. Schools, universities, healthcare agents, movies, social media, ‘non-profit’ organisations always keep talking about mental health issues, suggesting to kids that every natural emotion in a natural response to things not going their way, is a reason to be afraid and helpless, and seek help.
And every single one of these are agents who benefit from the huge amount of funds channeled into them to propagate this agenda, by those who benefit most. My discerning guess is pharmaceutical companies, who make trillions of dollars every year from drugs that are prescribed by doctors.
Why cure anyone when you can have recurring businesses? In fact won’t it be more profitable if more people were sick, ALL the time? If more people sink into a continuous state of depression and anxiety and are hooked into expensive drugs their whole life?
My mother was 55 when my father died. And her world collapsed because she was very dependant on him. She went into a deep depression where she would get anxious over the smallest things because they used to overwhelm her.
The wholesome psychiatrists put her on a whole mix of drugs that she spends about a minimum of RM300 a month to buy. She has been taking them for 30 years and she has not gotten better. She goes through cycles of ups and downs, and everytime she gets into a down cycle, they just prescribe her a higher dosage and wait it out for her to subside.
I don’t think the drugs help her at all, they only have become a mind-crutch, and her belief that she will spiral into the abyss without them, is what makes her spiral.
No one from the medical fraternity teaches her to love herself, or to go within and complete herself, because my observation is that she relies too much on everybody’s validation and does not do anything to help herself.
Her first course of action is not to heal herself by changing whatever it is inside her that causes her to be afraid – instead she needs a new drug, and then, a stronger drug, and she believes in this noose-tighetning drug taking wholeheartedly because she believes everything the medical ‘gods’ tell her.
No amount of me telling her that the medical ‘gods’ are just churning our prescriptions based on whatever the pharmaceutical agents are pushing to them with the highest margins of profits, based on a compromised medical textbook created by lobbyists for powerful pharmaceutical companies, will change her perception.
These big boys and their media machines have slowly eliminated established traditional natural ways of healing by calling them ‘alternative’ and now only western medicine is the mainstay.
How profitable for the old western oil barons who invested in pharamaceuticals as a way to ensure oil by-products will also be profitable.
The sad part is, younger generations get entrenched in this way of reactive medication. No longer are exercising, a clean diet, common sense, grounded reality, ability to deal with hardships and a real understanding of how our body works relevant anymore. Everything is suddenly about vaccines and drugs.
I found out recently that many ‘non-profit’ organisations are creations of big corporations who want to get their way by using these entities to protest and create chaos, or pretending to champion a supposedly benevolent agenda, but they are just acting on behalf of unseen funders.
The victims unfortunately are our children. My teenage son broke up with his girlfriend, and got so depressed that he wanted to go see a therapist and was prescribed pills.
My daughter gets anxious about life in general and goes to see a therapist every once in awhile to get her bearings right. As with many of her friends.
I lived through these ups and downs as a teenager without needing therapy. It is all part of life, the challenges we overcome and learn, which makes us resilient individuals.
Remove that, you remove our survival skills. Too much drugs and therapy makes us dependant on someone else and something else to just get by in life. We must teach our young that all the strength they need is within them.
The views expressed here are those of the columnist and do not necessarily represent the views of New Sarawak Tribune. Feedback can reach the writer at beatrice@ibrasiagroup.com
