Psychiatry Exposed? - Doctors claim psychiatry is a HOAX, page 1

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I have always held a high regard to psychological counselling "talk-therapy" all the way back to my early teenage years. I remember being in High School and watching mom & dad go through their typical marriage & financial struggles of having 2 houses and 5 children's mouths to feed. though separated, I felt for both of them. I never felt as though their issues were issues of my own, but I had a deep longing and an abundance of compassion to help. One of the ways I found beneficial to each was simply by listening...then by responding with hope & inspirational thoughts, loving messages from my heart. Sadly, none of which were effective long term, but on a positive note...joy filled each of their hearts just knowing how much they were loved and appreciated. Mom was a work in progress. She held the handle in the house, & when things got tough, we (or at least I) became stronger, more dilligent with listening. I knew that when I grew up and would leave home, I would benefit, somehow from counselling. And, that I did. I loved it! Counselling helped me to rebuild my self esteem. There were many things in life that I didn't know how to cope with. Drugs, as far as I was concerned, would only be making matters worse. I remember my exact response while trying 1/2 of a prozac my friend (who suffered from bouts of depression) gave me "my god...this stuff is horrible...how can you take this...I feel like I'm ready to jump out of my skin...like I have no concept of time". I felt anxious and hesitant all at once. yes...just from 1/2 of a pill! Our family doctors always said that I had a fast response to medicines, unlike my sisters and brother who had to wait hours and days to feel the effects of medicines. All throughout counselling, I remember my Psychologist telling me how proud he was of my progress. There were times when I'd hit rock bottom, like when a friend died or I went through my first-love breakup. I really felt sad...but I never contemplated hurting myself or anyone else. I learned that these were NORMAL feelings of "sadness". Not some kind of major depression or mania. Even at my lowest, my Psychologist NEVER forced me to take psych drugs! He gave me his pager number and home telephone number in the event that I was having a difficult time that I couldn't deal with on my own. He was the best Psychologist in the WORLD! After a few years of counselling, I was surely on my way to a bright future. Didn't mean I wouldn't have my triumphs and challenging moments...but certainly a healthier perspect on self and on life.

I've written this with love, compassion & hope that there may one day be more doctors like mine out there in the world who do practice Psychology with wholesome ethics, sound principles and a message of hope to those who do need therapeutic counselling.

I know what it's like to walk in their (patient's) shoes in a place where there only seems to be darkness and no promising tomorrow ahead. When I look back just 2 years ago, I can now see just how fortunate I truly was to come out "unscathed" from psychiatric drugs. I suppose one can say I was one of the lucky ones...perhaps an angel to those inside the ward who had it far worse than the 3-4 days I was in. There are no words that can describe what I went through in pursuit of justice and liberty let alone what I witness inside. No one will ever know what this is like...to have your freedom-your liberty taken away from you unless they walk in your shoes...and it can happen faster than a split second.

I don't wish for Psychology to be demolished...I only pray for those who have suffered along the way from the inhumane acts of Psychiatry today.