By Sheila M Cooperman LMHC, Licensed Psychotherapist
So for months, I have not written for the local paper. Mostly because my articles are usually considered un-publishable due to their controversial or thought provoking content; who wants that. Let’s us just allow the society to remain mindless and faceless walking zombies observing, adhering and embracing the same old dribble when it comes to mental health. Let them continue to be brain-washed.
I can’t anymore, sorry. I can’t just sit quiet and just allow people to read the words of medical and clinical individuals, and just accept their responses and ideas are “it” the only option. Everyone deserves the choice to learn about other alternatives and options, holistic options that do not suggest children should be put on psych medications. For that matter, do not suggest anyone should be put on medication.
I continue to be controversial and a non-conformist. It is this non-conformity that allows me to think outside the box. Thank god for that, or I would be a true zombie. I would now be walking around in my life, absent of any thoughts, and with no ability to function properly. I am positive I would be suffering from a myriad of severe side-effects. ( medication has always done this)
I say this because the truth. In 2007, I began suddenly to suffer with self-injuring thoughts. After all the other recent trauma that I endured, this was just the icing on the cake. At that time, while I was in the throws of my nightmare, I did not recognize that my self-injuring thoughts were actually the effect not the cause.
What I mean? In 2006 I had been attacked by a Rottweiler, The bite became infected, I was hospitalized for 12 days, I lost the use of my left hand, and the bacteria had to be stopped before it reached my heart. Losing the use of your left hand; not a good thing for a lefty.
The event continued snowballing, since the Rottweiler, belonged to my cousin. She was not only family but one of my best friends. Her family, my aunt and uncle behaved so abhorrently, taking no accountability that the family relationship was permanently severed.
Now, I had to endure months of occupational therapy, filled with a lot of pain and frustration hoping to have the use of my hand returned to me.
So, the last thing I needed was self-injuring thoughts. There they were filling my mind. Every day, I heard every way to hurt myself. Please note, hurt myself, and not kill myself. That is a complete different animal. These thoughts continued for days, into weeks, months, and almost two years. There were days when the demands were louder and more frequent, and some days it seemed like I was getting a vacation, and only heard it a little softer and a few times less.
The thoughts were quite creative and diversified. There were the thoughts to stab myself into my stomach, whenever I held a knife, the thoughts to cut my arms when I opened a can of fruit or tuna fish. There were the thoughts to throw my car in park, when I was driving on the high-way. So, I drove alone always and always sat on my right hand. There were thoughts when doing laundry to taste the detergent. My favorite was the thought to put my hand into the garbage disposal and turn it on.
As I therapist, I was aware these types of thoughts were psychotic, because I wanted to hurt myself or another. Any doctor would prescribe anti-psychotics, so I kept it all my secret. I was never compliant to the thoughts, even if it meant I had to leave my house and just go for a walk. Some days I could find other ways to distract myself, because anti-psychotics or any psych medications were never going to cross my lips.
The thoughts could become so over-powering some days screeching in my ears. It was devastating, frightening, and still my big secret. While working it was sometimes like trying to concentrate while a screaming child stood in the background. It wears you down, and I did not know how much longer I could go on in my life and continue to bear it.
So, I would become my own case study. Every day I documented every event, emotion and the specifics surrounding my obtrusive thoughts. Were they loud that day, or softer? How often was I hearing them? Did I get any peace at all? Eventually, thank goodness, a pattern became to emerge.
The days when my life events were good, the self-injuring thoughts were not as prevalent or loud. The days when life took a turn for the bad, the thoughts were there front and center screaming their head off. As a licensed therapist for over a decade, I already knew that the Serotonin was the main brain chemical. It affected all our thoughts, feelings and subsequently our actions. So, there was my answer staring me in the face. The days that I experienced less intrusive thoughts, my serotonin was higher. The days that the thoughts and commands were non-stop my serotoin was lower. That was how the brain worked.
It was not complicated, it was just that simple. Now, I had to figure out how to make my serotonin go up alot. I held the answer, and yet I was helpless. That made my serotonin plummet even faster, and the self-injuring thoughts want to surmount my non-compliance.
Months would pass, my free life depended on my continual mental strength and fighting never giving up my will. I was not going to allow the negative, destructive thoughts to become the victor. Difficult would be the understatement, but the alternative would land me in the psych hospital.
2008 was my rebirth. Finally, my life would be returned to me, my mind would surrender and become quiet.
This was all because of 1 statement made by one client. “When I lived in Italy, and ate the same diet, I did not feel depressed or anxious”
That was all I needed. Deep down, I already knew there was a connection to all my mental health symptoms. Now I knew what the connection was. It was in our food. Our food which was genetically engineered, and inundated with chemicals, and over-processing, soil nutrient deficient, and who knew how many vitamins and nutrients were being killed, or tortured, or how these chemicals were affecting the absorption, or even what they were actually doing to us.
It was evident the foods were not supplying or providing us with the vitamins, minerals and other elements our brains needed to experience good mental health. This deprivation was part of the 3 factors behind all our mental health symptoms. We had done this to ourselves.
In prior decades, there was never so much of our society complaining about mental health symptoms, taking medications for depression, anxiety, and all kinds of stress, memory, insomnia, and mental clarity. Not like there was today.
This was all related, and I knew it. Thank goodness for the nutritional education I had suffered through during my undergrad. Thank goodness for the ability to understand just what vitamins and minerals and other elements we were not getting. Even I who always ate healthy, with 75% of my diet, fruits and vegetable, 25% protein, and never touched anything with chemicals, like trans-fats, high fructose corn syrup, especially the artificial hormone, Rbgh ( which almost killed me years earlier). could not escape.
It was evident even my diet was not providing me the sufficient level of nutrients, my brain was crying out for.
Fast forward, after months of trial and error, I stumbled upon my nirvana. This would be the beginning of the rest of my life. You see my other option was to say I could not go on. After consuming my mixture of B-vitamins, Calcium, Magnesium, and Omega 3 and Omega 6, the thoughts that had plagued me and screamed in my mind finally began to quiet down.
These were the same thoughts that the medical world indicate would be chronic, and anti-psychotics were my only course of treatment. Well, they were so wrong, because the thoughts began dissipating in just 3 hours.
Was this a fluke? nope. Days passed, and I consumed my vitamin/mineral mixture, and my mind remained quiet. I noticed even my accompanied anger, which I thought was unrelated also began to dial back. Light bulb moment: Anger was also affected by the level of our serotonin.
Now, I had a new secret which I held tight until the end of 2009. It was my decision to share my formula with a client who was suffering severely from depression. She explained she had laid on her sofa for months, not being able to do anything. Her husband was becoming less and less understanding. She was so depressed, she did not think she could go on much longer. I asked her when it began, and she indicated she moved to Florida, because her hometown that she loved, had become financially devastated when the manufacturing factories had closed down.
She indicated she had gone to see psychiatrists and even tried some medications, but that was not her answer. After just three weeks, this same woman was up and about and starting a new home business. Three weeks her life had turned around. After I saw these amazing results, I decided to share my formula with more clients that were suffering. More time passed, more clients began to learn about my “New Theory which was the True Theory” for depression, anxiety, OCD, anger, feeling stressed, overwhelmed, insomnia, lack of mental clarity and other related issues and symptoms.
Eventually, I recognized that self-injuring” thoughts are the manifestation of the exacerbated OCD. This was completely understandable, with “self-injuring” thoughts becoming prevalent with the adolescents simultaneously with their use of marijuana.
All the clients that used my formula, whether for their depression, anxiety, OCD, feeling stressed, insomnia, lack of focus, concentration, and noisy head saw improvement quickly. My natural nutritional formula Wellotonin was saving jobs, saving marriages, where anger would be the culprit for termination, and was giving children, who suffered from constant bullying find a way to continue. It was saving those who fell apart when they needed to get up and speak in a group. It was saving people from going hours without any shut-eye. It was saving everyone who was using it.
See, it was never about needed medications for depression, anxiety, OCD, anger, feeling overwhelmed, sleep issues, lack of focus, ADD. It was all about recognizing our brains had the ability to heal itself, if it was given the tools. It was about recognizing that our negative perceived life events were making out brain chemical serotonin fall lower. It was about understanding when the serotonin did fall to lower, it triggered our pre-disposition or genetics (must be in your family line).
The foods we were eating could not keep up, because they lack the nutrients. The rats in the rat race were just getting faster.
Now, I had finally found the tools to win the race. My formula proved successful for over 500+ clients. When it came to grief, my natural nutritional formula was a hero.
It was the reality, that God had created a wonderful human machine, where the brain had the ability to heal itself. Instead we were starving our brains, depriving it of the nutrients it longed. The nutrients it needed for the cogs to begin moving in the right direction. This deficit was behind all the mental health symptoms and conditions being switched on.
Just like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz, when she was told by the wizard, something like, you don’t need the almighty, powerful illusion of smoke and mirrors, that I present, you always had the ability to go home and make everything right. You always possessed it ; just CLICK YOUR HEELS THREE TIMES.
For more information, or to schedule a counseling appointment, please contact me at (561) 289-0083 or DACounselinginc@aol.com or Naturallywellinc@gmail.com. It is just that simple. My counseling website is SheilaMCoopermanLMHC.com DepressionNutritionConnection.com