"When women are depressed, they eat or go shopping ; men invade another country." (Elayne Boosler)
Depression, despair, grief;
they're all the same - anchor weights hanging from our shoulders.
Of course there are degrees
of depression ranging from mild, known as dysthymia, to clinical or major
depression. But no matter how severe, they all have one thing in common: they
paralyse and debilitate even the strongest of personalities for anything from
moments to days, weeks, or years. In contrast, there may be days of glorious
freedom, days in which a smile never leaves the face, but then all too soon
comes what many call the "heebie-jeebies," those demons of
melancholy that come to torment and command the afflicted to take to their
beds. No more excuses
Hi, my name is George
Collins. I am 59 years of age as is my wife, Marie. Although Marie suffers
nothing more than the very occasional period of blues, I suffered with
depression some 25 years ago, but I did not think it bad enough to
seek medical help. My medication came in
the form of a rebellious bad attitude, alcohol and cigarettes (thankfully,
that was the range of my 'drug' taking), and the only prescription I needed was a
bottle shop and a bank balance in the black. Unfortunately, I needed
nightly 'medication' to deal with my problems. And deal with them I did. Most nights around 10pm, two bottles of
wine, and maybe a few Southern Comforts and beer chasers later, every trace
of depression had vanished. Freedom didn't last, however, for depression came back with a four by two slammed
into my head around three in the morning. I thought I was simply
'made that way.' If that wasn't my excuse then the depression was due to
growing up in a family that had had a really rough go of things for many
years, beginning with the death of my fifteen year old sister, June, killed
by a car while crossing the road. The grief that followed led to wholesale
depression and despair in my parents, sister, and brother. Sure, I had every
reason to be depressed after June's death, especially when, eighteen months later, I had a
head-on smash with a truck in Wrong! Delete 'reason' from above
and substitute it with the words 'excuse and self-pity,' for that's what all
the blaming amounted to.
There is an answer.
It was
after another thousand or so 'what have I done to deserve all this' self-pity
episodes that I found hope of freeing myself of depression in a
6-step plan. That hope deepened into an all-out 'knowing' the more I
researched the plan. Then, after I vigorously practiced the steps, depression
finally held up a white flag of surrender, and left me. You may be depressed right now, full of despair, but do not give up hope. You may have
tried countless times to get well, and failed. You may be medicated up to your eyeballs with tranquilisers but take heart and listen to me: THE ANSWER IS THIS: FOLLOW TO THE LETTER THIS 6-STEP PROGRAMME. YES, I AM SHOUTING BECAUSE I NEED
YOU TO KNOW THE ANSWER IS GURANTEED - YES, GUARANTEED - IN THIS PLAN What the 6-Step programme is
about
Let me tell
you what it is NOT about. It is not about using positive thinking,
visualisation, or a magic potion. Also, I am not going to try to con you, and
I am not about to drag you through reams of information only to try to sell
you a book or a CD; in fact, I am not going to try to sell you anything at
all. I only want your determination to hold back on your scepticism until you
complete the 6-Step plan of action. So, if you're ready, click here
for Step 1 to freedom from depression and despair.
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