I’ve been avoiding posting again for such a long time, but I feel I can do a small exception in this section, as I empathize with so many people in it. This will quite long, but I just need to say this.
I’ve been suffering from depression since 2001, and since August, 2009, I’ve been diagnosed with severe depression and anxiety, and used to have an incredibly restless and painful time, crying every single day for 2 years on end, because my mind and heart would never stop thinking and feeling, respectively, mincing everything, and would never stop worrying and hurting, worrying and hurting about everything, especially Michael. But the horrifying pain from my chest that deepened and sharpened since June 25 had become unbearable and physical, that I had to seek help, be hospitalized for 2 weeks, be prescribed anti-depressants and speaking to psychologists and psychiatrists. I haven’t gone to speak to any counselor since last January, as he didn’t help, bar the psychiatrist that is responsible with seeing me once a month and altering or not the prescribtions.
I can look at photos of him, can listen to some music of his, read news and even become numb when bad news or imbecile rumors appear. I have started to feel numb for months now, I haven’t cried in months, I have toned down my whirling thoughts, my feelings of despair and I have managed to do that thanks to God and I wish I didn’t say this, but medication also. I sincerely have tried to cut down on them, I did on one, then another. I have managed to feel better for a couple of weeks without it, then the indescribable physical pain in my chest started again, even though I’ve been training my mind and heart to ‘work’ less, that I wouldn’t need a bad reason for the pain to start. So, I had to be prescribed another anti-depressant for that pain and for some uncontrollable bad thoughts associated with it…. but I honestly can’t do without it and I pray to God that won’t be forever… Never praise medication, never say ‘I love X medicine or Y medicine’, never feel comforted that you have to take them, the best you can do is pray to God, don’t act like He doesn’t exist, go to church every Sunday and, when a thought like ‘I don’t have any reason to live’ shots your brain, suppress it, because you have a reason to live, the most important of it all, and that is God, and of course, the loved ones.
If there is any human being that has taught me to turn to God more, that one is one of His sons, Michael, who, in spite of it all, all horrible trials and tribulations, he loved life, he loved preserving life, he created life (his children) that gave him reason to live; when he looked into their eyes, he saw how God looked like. Every time he felt like dying, he thought of them and all of the children of the world and he felt he had to live for them. So, he found more than one reason to struggle to make it. So, those of you that have children, parents, brothers, animals or birds who love you/who you love, think that you have to make it through the day for them, in order to see them. I, for one, who am so overly critical of myself and others, including my family, have been thinking that, through their imperfections, I see my flesh and blood nonetheless and behave just like a child so many times when I’m with them, trying to make them smile, and I’m the same with animals, who compel me to behave a certain way and make me feel like I want to live for them. On June 26, 2010, I went to a zoo and many animals there were so friendly and sweet, a llama and a few deer in particular, who had such trusting, piercing eyes that were so endearing. Or thinking about how I feel when I inhale fresh country air and see nature…in times like those, I, personally, feel Michael the most. When my heart is open.
I used to hate everything even months after he died…and I wanted to die all the time…even before June 25. I still feel grief and pain, and feel irritated sometimes, and trapped most of the times, and I fear death less now…and I also fear less in general…Probably because the world is in her last years now and the prophesies of the Bible make this a clear thing…just having a look at the world, with all the increasing man-made destructions and independence from God, as though He didn’t exist. It’s clear to me. As it is clear to me that the forces of evil conspire against the good ones to ruin them and/or kill them, as they did to Michael, in which they saw an imminent peril threatening their ‘order’. I’ll never forget how a fitness trainer said how she heard him say he wanted to cancel a few shows, adding that ‘They were so mean…Just so mean”, meaning there was no way out, then a charicature of a person, horribly incompetent, ends up killing him for money. Then, there were/still are so many mindblowing things going on that don’t make sense when it comes to so many in his life that have betrayed and sold him out…It all seems like a sick joke. And that sick joke is the enemy. Michael would have come back to preach or warn us against this enemy, and that really, these are our last years, when we need to focus more on loving and healing the way we can. Love is the everexisting enemy of evil…It is so hard, at times, finding love in our hearts for some people and things that are pure evil, that we feel just fighting fire with fire…
I don’t want to extend it further to scare everybody…maybe I’m calmer, because I see how the earth is degrading by the second and everyone will eventually die and we’ll get to see Michael, hopefully. I know I’m praying every night for that Michael is with God in Heavens…I can’t believe how much this consumes me, as I don’t know for sure, even though I know deep down that he is There, and I want to be There one day, too. And I want him to watch over his children continually, who are not in a safe environment, and to pray for this fading earth and her inhabitants. Before he passed, a couple of months before, I desperately prayed to God so that He turns him into a white bird flying fancy free for a change, as he was so shackled…I would pray for that almost obsessively, and would think that only in death would he find peace, but never did I once envisioned him flying from this earth for good, I prayed that he should have flied above the earth with a peaceful, happy heart, but not as a bodiless, lifeless soul…But I guess I rest assured that evil won’t win in the end and that, when it’s time, we will be able to see Michael again hopefully, especially that his dear children will be with him again.
I’m trying to understand how this life goes nowadays, trying to figure it out, as it seems often meaningless…And many of you here from this thread I’m sure you try to do the same…But just always know that by thinking about taking your life and doing it will prevent you from ever reaching Heavens, from ever possibly seeing Michael and from experiencing, or at least, trying to experience this life…the so-called small things that do mean so much. If you want meaning in your life again, and have the courage to seek it, try to make a difference in a person’s and/or an animal’s life. When I was in the hospital, I felt so sorry about all the ailing people and would identify with them and give them sweets and prayer beads to bring them hope…Now that I’m outside the hospital, I haven’t done it in a long time…So, everything happens for a reason, and when faced with a problem/a tragedy, there often can come a smaller or bigger blessing…When you’re hurting, you often want to alleviate others’ pain, which gives meaning to life. Look at the night sky, talk to God, ask for a sign (a shooting star, a bird or whatever), pray, try to drink more fruit juice and honey, practice a sport or work out and sweat off the tension in you, go with a friend in the park, if possible, find someone to love and someone to love you and understand you…a shrink or other therapist won’t really help, if at all…Find a hobby, do something in honor of Michael and think ‘I’m not only doing this for him, but for God and my own soul too’. Write your thoughts and feelings down, draw or watch good cartoons and comedy sitcoms from time to time. When being crushed by the need and want to see Michael, think about his children, even look at their pictures (which are now sadly everywhere…) and see Michael still living in them and them drawing strength from him…Draw from their strength. Think that all those horrible people in his life now can’t touch him. Think about the good, happy things in his life and even watch some Jackson 5 comedy skits that can make one laugh.
Learn to see God in so-called small things like that, learn to be sensitive to minor sweet details and they can keep you alive and better, learn to rely on God, because He is the only one that will save us thoroughly. I can’t think of something else now, and I’ve already written too much, even though not all I had to say...But I don’t know what else to say or how to say it differently than I did and I feel embarrassed as it is and maybe will regret it later. I just wanted to somehow write down what keeps me, personally - just another human being, alive these days, and do it publicly, perhaps it will help a bit, perhaps not at all, yet I wanted to do this…