Who would have thunk it? The last thing most people shopping for Imodium are thinking is about getting high..right? They are likely feeling crappy already …
It seems like we would be past this by now but we really are lagging. Although it’s been many years since science and the medical community confirmed that addiction, like diabetes is a disease, society has chosen to continue to address those stricken with substance related disorders as ” abusers” .
Why is it critical that we not allow this to continue? Because calling someone an abuser may actually stop one from getting help. It implies a category of failure, not wanting help. It gives the impression that the person did something wrong therefore became an abuser.
If you are in any way involved in the life a person with a substance disorder, this article is crititical in being a help not hurting.
Im sitting at the doctors office right now about an hour early. I didnt time things very well. Nevertheless, I had already come up with a topic I wanted to write about since I was so early..
I hate typing posts from my phone. It feels like Im trying to play the piano with tennis balls on my finger tips. Awkward. But, I digress.
I did something in the waiting room just a few minutes ago that I have not done in over two years. I watched television. I havent owned a television or had cable for about 5 years, totally on purpose.
Today I held a remote. I sat through 30 minutes of Dr. Phil and I was only able to stomach that because it was David Cassidy’s last interview. Otherwise I have a hard time keeping from getting sick when I watch TV, in the daytime especially. Then when the news pops in every 30 minutes or so with more and more depressing inserts into what’s going wrong in our world. It just makes me more depressed and more depressed until I just don’t want to look at it anymore.
One thing I did notice was perspective. The things that used to be big are tiny and the things that used to be tiny are huge. I noticed this and I took a picture of it as it physically can be seen in this picture .
Media and television in general has pushed the Christmas thing right of the way . It may just be an office Im at now, but this little tree and big screen television are symbolic of our society today. We have squeezed the relevance and meaning out of everything and replaced it with mostly junk.
I will try to make a tiny difference by having a big Christmas tree with no television.
Plus I will say Merry Christmas to each person I see.
Have you ever been to church where you got a ” Jesus high” or an emotional charge for a day or two but no change in who you are?
What are we supposed to get from Christian pulpits? According to the bible we are to get fed the Word of God. After all its the only book that is living and active – able to divide soul and spirit, joint and marrow. In other words no Max Lucado or Rick Warren book ( as good as they are) is ever going to have the power to actually change us as the Word of God can.
The fruit of the Word produces real change in us. It also is the sign of a church that is growing. Churches that are simply pew fillers will not become fruitful.
Today not too many are preaching the gospel without fluff. You can tell the difference in the growth pattern. The ones that keep the Gospel front and center are growing and flourishing. Those who just tell stories are loosing members because there is no life changing power in stories.
But the Word of God is sharper than a double-edged sword, able to divide soul and spirit. That is something want more of.
Just be careful not to quit going to church just not getting fed spiritually. find one that is preaching the Gospel. You will want to stay.
You should be hearing more of these type messages than stories. Watch below…
Have you ever met someone who just had a special talent for absolutely tearing people apart with their mouth? The vitriol spewed out like the lava from a volcano, just hot and hurtful as they could be?
You will remember them many years after because the wounds from those attacks don’t heal real quickly. The verbal exchanges almost always include a piece of very personal information that you willingly shared with them and now they are using your own trust against you by bringing it back up.
There are two reasons people get that mad, in that fashion and are oblivious and apathetic towards others, and here they are.
1- They have been very hurt themselves ..
2 – They have been very hurt themselves..
Why People Are So Mean
“Hurt people hurt people, and loved people love people.”- unknown
This is so true and applies to just about every situation involving the words we say. It would not matter so much if words themselves were not so powerful.
I can think of 5-6 scripture verses off the top of my head about the power our tongue has. We are not warned that wrong words may cause a little irritation, or make someone frown. Nope.
We are told in no uncertain terms that this is life and death. The ability to completely destroy another’s self-confidence and break their will down..words are dangerous and you can see by the image in this post what God has to say about those who don’t control their tongues. The outlook is not too bright.
I was a hideous killer of people’s hearts when I was a teen. I remember saying things to people when I was angry and noticed the effect my comments were having on others. I was more shocked and confused then anything, after all this was common dinner table talk with my dad around. It meant absolutely nothing to me and i considered others weak. It was not until I was in my 20’s that I believe God showed me the big picture. I think He had mercy on me because up until then these unbelievable words I was spewing out meant nothing to me.
The important part is that as a result of my learning the truth about how my words got where they were, I had to pass by the places and things that I had so much built up anger about and start acknowledging them so I could work through my own healing. Otherwise not much would change. Remember the saying ” Hurt people Hurt people and loved people love people” If we remain in a state of a hurt heart, our words are not likely to change. That is where the grace of God and His healing of memories comes in.
Hopefully statements like the one above wont be so common out of our mouths anymore. Whether you are the hurt one spewing out comments that tear people up inside, or you have been on the receiving end of the negativity, take action. Pray for the person who is hurting you but don’t put yourself in front of them too much until things change. If its unavoidable such as a spouse, then its time to come clean whichever side you are on and make some changes.
Are you a hurt person or a loved person? You measure that by your fruit. The words that come from your lips.
Tomorrow is my birthday. Now I got that out-of-the-way. That is an ” attention grabber” . The title is half the battle according to some. Read on…
I am not one to write all about myself much, but today ( the day before my birthday) I figure I will make it up in this post. Just kidding but I do have a few things I have read on some posts on how to increase traffic, likes, and comments, that I want to share and if applicable give my take on.
The most recent tips were;
1- Not too long -1000 words or less in general with the occasional long read. ( I just need to trim my average about 500 words.) I can’t say whether it is right or not, but I will try it.
2- Catch the attention of the eyes.. photos, etc ( I have for sure noticed that the less text and more pics equals more likes) However you cannot eliminate text or no substance will be there. Enough to make it valid but not belabor the point. ( BTW belabor is a fairly new word for me. Picked it up off some old guy at the library last year and after I found out it was not about pregnancy, I dug it.
3-Like ( or love) what you write about This one is tricky for me since I like to write in general, not only things I am passionate about. But, I am pickin’ up what they are puttin’ down.
4-Keep on a certain track or direction. – NOT! No Way. Deal Breaker for me. It could be my Ad-Hd or my constant random thoughts but the idea of never ever straying off path is, well…I would rather stick needles in my eyeballs.
As a matter of fact not to be rebellious but this is the perfect spot to introduce something I am going to start doing. Now. I have not been able to pin this down until an hour ago when I unplugged my radio from the wall, and it kept playing for like 4 seconds after the cord was out. Why? That defining moment in my life actually made me be able to articulate what it is I have been wanting to start doing once in a awhile.
A post about anything, A Seinfeld post. Just thoughts that may or may not be related that I am having. It happens all the time to me, but they are never all one subject so they never get posted.. Why not? I am going to do it just like I shared about the radio cord. That is true, it happened and it made me wonder. Would it not be nice if we can just type whats on our mind once in a while worrying if the body is the right length for the total word count and all that useless garbage. ( ok not useless).
Here are a few samples. Real stuff I have thought for no good reason today already.
1- I used to be a dolphin trainer when I was going through college.
2-Why do so many people dig some of my posts but only a small percent take time to say why? I do.
3- I think Hillary and Obama should be on death row. I love Donald Trump, and think God sent him to salvage this country before Obama’s 8 year plan came into fruition and Hillary ushered us into full on Sharia law and made this a muslim country.
4-My brother killed himself because this priest I have been writing about groomed and doomed him in high school. Now he has molested 6 others and nobody seems to give a damn.
5- I love Pizza and miss dirt bikes.
So it’s about 9 am and these are the things ( I remember) that have passed through my mind. Why should I spend hours trying to qualify each thought and make it into a full post? We would not do that if we were just having breakfast at McDonald’s right? We just stare at each other until we see something or think of something we want to comment on. I am just carrying it on here. That’s all. I think a lot of you will get it and like it.
Oh, one last tip I read about was use lots of reverse psychology.
With that said, please do not like, comment, reblog or even think about this post after you read it. So NO LIKES. NO COMMENTS – : } got that?
Ok I am done. I am hanging up now. TTYL-
Alright I will keep this short but I really do want the truth on this …so all my ” likers” who never take the time to write a sentence about WHY you liked or did not like my post, please as a special favor to me, just quickly throw your two cents in here. Just in case those of you who squeeze that cross pen until blood comes out are reading, I don’t get paid per like or anything if that’s what you are afraid of. I am actually stumped and just need you to tell me ethical or unethical.
Ok you may have noticed that a week or so ago I re-blogged one of those ” 2 minute read” posts from millionaire digest to make a point. My point was that the paragraph which made up the whole post was comprised of like 3 tips on starting your day positive;
1- Brush teeth
3- Refuse to allow negative energy
The reason I re-blogged it was because I noticed that the little hiccup of a post got 450 likes! I am slaving away to feed my people solid food that you can take with you like manna for the day, for maybe 40-50 likes on a good day..
Honestly I was expecting to get some ” your jealous” comments which I did not!
Actually I got almost as many likes on that as I do on some of my better posts!! So a few days ago, I test drove that machine one more time to be sure it was not a fluke. You all actually agreed with me that it was silly.
I mean what
Put your hands togehter for a one minute read entitled
” How to SELF-MOTIVATE- YOURSELF ( actual title)
Well, I have a confession to make. The thought crossed my mind to continue to BLAST the same few Millionaire posts that I see each day with 5 sentences, and 450 likes, until, well, I was hoping to irritate them soooo much, that they would re-blog my post to cut me down and get back at me.You thinkin what I am thinkin?
Numbers wise , Hmm.
Negative attention is better then no attention!
There is a 30 second read for ya!
I figured if they did re-post mine to express anger, I would likely have the biggest day of my blogging career, since even 1/4 as many responses for me would be 100+ likes on one post! Who would turn that down? However I decided it was wrong and will not purposely irritate anyone.
But who is to say there is anything wrong with me and my DLMK posse ( you) to make things interesting and see who can post the weakest post from any day, with the most likes?
I know, curiosity killed the cat. But whats a little fun amongst a blogging family? I don’t want to cut anyone down in any comments. I am not asking for negative comments. I am simply asking if it would be wrong of us to start a little contest to see who gets the most love, for the least letters….
Mental Health. Looks like this pretty much , right? I took this picture 2 days ago. You know why? I assumed when I contacted the law to pick the body up they may want some documentation of when and where I found the guy. Not that its any big deal, I see these bums all day long here in Daytona. Heck You and me could have ended up like that if we didn’t make the right choices, right? Whatever. Who are we kidding. But for the grace of God, there goes me.
In this case I got to walk away feeling better then I initially thought. You see, when I realized he was stiff, and smelled bad I just instinctively went to see if he had any ID to give the law. I was quite shocked when he about jumped when my hand touched his jacket pocket. He was alive! Sort of. Mike, as I later learned was his name was so scared I came to hurt him that he was shaking, I sat down with him and told him it was all good and I help people like him. I am a social worker. I help all people. No matter the age, race, issues, addictions, etc.
I know you cant see all that well in this picture as far as his age and all, but after we had talked awhile he shared a little about his life. Take a guess as to his age? Just do it, ball park.
Mike is 51.
I was able to offer him some options that he never knew were there. I know because that is my gift. We all have gifts, and in my case I have the ability to identify what people need to make their situation the very best it can be. I have done it for my entire career as a clinical social worker. I have worked with teens, parents, mental health patients, addicted folks, poverty stricken, violent people, even the most seriously developmentally disabled people in the world, literally. I have been called on to improve the quality of life for those who are deaf, dumb, blind, and aggressive. Can you imagine? The people in that arena that I ran programs for were abused so badly as babies that even though many were born ” normal” they had some of the most evil parents and caregivers you could imagine. Tossed in dumpsters as babies left to die, left on the hot Florida beaches as infants simply because the mom or dad was too lazy to bring them to a fire station or another outlet who would gladly have taken them in.
I started a school for 60 felons, ages 11-18. Gang members, 12 year old kids running crack at 3am on school days for their own parents. I lived for 5 years with 45 teens who were sexually abused very severely. Every group of people I worked with I was so thankful to have a God given gift to see through the outside and meet the true need on the inside. Now, before anyone thinks I am bragging – it could not be further from the truth. I am so ” ungifted ” in some areas that men should be – lol- I remember a time when I had my young boys with me in my truck and I noticed my wipers were bad. I could not see through them. I stopped at the Auto Zone , ordered up 2 wipers in a manly voice…and spent the next 30 minutes in the parking lot trying to figure out how to put the blades on until my 7 year old son took pity on me. He installed them in 5.
If you have followed me long you will note that although I share my personal struggles, and trials, I have never laid out an ” I love me post” about my accomplishments in my gifts. One reason is because I realize it is a gift. I can help anyone, in any situation, no matter what the circumstances. I just don’t feel comfortable bragging about something that I was given. Oh, believe me – I can hang with the best of the braggers. I have the degrees, the awards and all that jazz. I could not even tell you where any of them are right now. I don’t care. I care about educating people and helping them save time, money and stress.
What I love most about what I do is I know every single job duty all those people and more have. But I don’t have to become each one. I sure can steer you to who will actually help you and who wants your money. I can tell you that in many cases I have not been able to get to the parent or family in time before they got taken for a ride to the tune of tens of thousands of dollars and more. That’s the reason I am so determined to hold providers of mental health, addictions, behavioral health, and juvenile delinquents accountable for what they do. I know what they should be doing – but you don’t. I am not a psychiatrist, but if you have ever read my home page ” mental heath- its a crazy business” you know I do not mince words. Why? I know the truth.. Do want to know how many doctors or psychologists, psychiatrists have written me nasty letters over the 4 years I have been slamming them? ZERO.
I am sharing this for a reason. I am hanging my shingle again. For 4 years I have poured my heart out on here about my entire life. Its time to help you all get to where you need and want to be. And I am asking you to trust your family or personal needs into my care. I make the same promise I have kept my entire career. I will NEVER leave you broken. An I will certainly never leave you broke. I don’t discharge my families when they go through a rough patch financially. I love using my gift. You may have noticed I have never taken a dime for any thing here, I do not sell ads like some. This audience that you all are was hand picked. I have never connected to the internet, other then this WordPress sight.
Last check this blog has had visitors from 65 countries ( that I know of ) and followers from at least 25 that I know of. That’s not my doing. It is no accident. You all are here for a reason. I am here to help.
When Mike Carey came along and was willing to join with this mission, I was and still am ecstatic. Why? Because Mike and I share a similar passion. We both love to use our gifts to help others. We both will never leave anyone hanging until they are well. I am gong to show you a real life example of how God has already used Mike in my own family. Most of you know I have 2 grown boys, and 2 baby girls. Well, babies to me, they are 5 & 10.
This is my baby Shelbi..
My baby had 72 sticks with a needle that her doctor insisted on to test for allergies. For nothing. Next up he said – blood work! No. No way.. But what can I do? Better late then never – I called our resident gifted man in the healing of diseases. He said ” you took her where” ? ( made me feel even lower lol) – No more he said , get her on the phone with me tonight for a minute or two. I was thinking to myself- Hello!! What was I thinking? Tonight Shelbi said hello to Mr. Mike for about 2 minutes, and 10 minutes later he says ” oh she has some poisoning in her system and a viral infection. Go to your local health food store and get 2 items ( like 5 bucks each) and in 7 days it will be gone.
HUH?? What? Why did I forget the other people I have sent to him who had major diseases go away? Anyways no blood work and that’s Mikes gift.
If you need physical healing – take advantage of this gift right in front f you . If its healing in any other area, call on me. I work on a case by case basis, until the job is done. I want you all to take this email address down.
Dontlabelmykid2@gmail.com – to help with Tj-
that is your direct line to me. I will be adding a toll free number as well but for now get me there. I will develop with you what I call a “Plan of Care ”
There is NO issue you can throw at me that I havent done a hundred times. Confidentially we will put it all in place and work it out financially It sure would make me feel good if you all would entrust your needs to Mike and I. I thank you in advance . .
With all we are trying to accomplish through this platform of Don’t Label My Kid! It would really make a big difference if you all would commit to utilizing the gifts that Mike and I have- for your own family. so that we can keep on helping others and continue trying to do what we do ..put pedophiles away -heal families -help addicts- bring families together and just grow spiritually , emotionally and physically.
God Bless you all . Please Step up for this..
My older son is 22 and a sharp shooter in the Army, full-time college student and full time worker. I am praying he never reads this, and am fairly confident he wont. He does not take much interest in my writing.. ( I know, I don’t get it either). For the purpose of this story I will call him ” stinky “. It takes place in a quiet southern town about 50 miles northwest of Orlando Fl. in about 1995. In a grocery store called Publix.
Stinky was 2 years old and riding on the kid part of the shopping cart, you know – the part where they just stare at you until something on the shelf catches their eye, they lunge for it, you swerve, they cry? Yeah that type deal. Well Stinky and I were at about the half way point of our shopping trip when I noticed a slight scent coming from the same vicinity that Stinky was sitting. At first I panicked of course but then as a new first time dad would do, I ignored it and reminded myself that I had out a ” pull up” on him right before we came in the store.
This was right when pull-ups had come out, and were a true Godsend, just in case. We went about another aisle down and I noticed the scent was getting stronger and I admit I began to worry a little. Not knowing what exactly to do in the middle of this giant store, I began to slow my roll and let the others pass me by while strategically heading to the diaper/wipes/paper towel isle. As I approached this isle, I happened to glance down at the newly waxed tiled floor of the grocery.
We got a problem.
I remember thinking to myself that I had not recalled seeing any little brown dots peppering the tiles before. I quickly grabbed the nearest bag of paper towels, ripped them open and leaned down, to wipe-the dots off the tiles around me. I remember going in reverse, and wiping up a few tiles behind us as well. It was then I realized that I had no idea this breadcrumb poop trail had been going on. I just remember ripping through the paper towels and making sure I grabbed ” Bounty ” the “quicker picker upper”. Within seconds I found myself going into a kneeling position, one hand on the cart ( pulling backwards) and one hand full of paper towels wiping poop drops as I went backwards dodging other shoppers and acting as if I was looking for my contact or something.
Within a minute I was zipping back at high rate of speed, weaving and bobbing between other shoppers. I was good. So good that within about 4 minutes and 2 rolls of Bounty, I had reached the end of the trail..finally. I wiped up the last splatter and casually made my way to the men’s room. You see, new parent or not, I am a smart cookie. I remembered to bring an emergency outfit and pull-up for such a time as this. I am not bragging here, but within 5 minutes my boy and I were calmly exiting the men’s room as if nothing had gone down..er, well you get it .
As I calmed down we shopped some more, and finally decided we had all we needed. I gave myself a little mental pat on the back for handling it as well as I did. We rolled up to the checkout counter and waited our turn. I think I was playing peek a boo or something as we waited. Heck I thought, nobody needs to know about this one. It was our little secret. So finally the line died down, and we pulled up and began unloading our groceries. The checkout girl was kind enough to help and we began to toss things on the belt. About 2 minutes into it, I noticed the girl making a funny face and she began to cough. Not the ” I have a cold ” cough, but a sickly and frowning face type of cough. Within a minute she began to let out a quiet but audible shriek and then said then she said these words ” What is that smell?”
I’m cool – I mean I cleaned it all up. I thought.
As it turns out, dad forgot to check one spot- the spot directly below the kid’s poop shoot in the cart. As it turns out I guess the girl happened to pullout a package of ground beef from directly below Stinky. The package had little brown droppings on it. Before I could get her attention, she was on the store loudspeaker begging for assistance on isle 4. It went something like ” clean up on isle 4 ” and by the time she had run her big mouth all over the speaker, a parade of bag boys, and a few managers had made their way up to see and smell what went on.
I remember a collective ” ooh gross ” from the customers in line behind me while scattering to another line, me begging to pay the bill, and stinky just smiling through it all. What started as a proud daddy and son shopping day, ended as a walk of shame to the parking lot in slow motion. A group of bag boys were sent to follow us and retrieve the cart so they could rinse and scrub it. I humbly put Stinky in his car seat and we drove off into the moon-light.
To this day I cannot eat raisinets or milk-duds. I know, I know its gross.
In the last 4 years I have written about many topics from parenting to depression, addiction to PTSD, medication, suicide, therapy and so much more. It seems like a lot but as I have always said, I don’t speak on anything that I haven’t lived through personally or at the very least studied professionally. In the beginning I thought writing about so many different types of issues would make it seem like life is filled with nothing but bad stuff. However I learned two important things in the last four years; I am not alone, and people need to hear from others who can relate.
So far I have mostly discussed all the different types of problems and medical mental health struggles and family issues that exist. And there’s plenty to discuss no doubt. . Up until now, I have not really delved into how we deal with these issues as we go through these dark trials. Its imperative that we have some way of staying grounded during these times we walk through the valley.
It’s very important that we have some sort of an anchor to keep us from drifting too far away from reality when we feel so lost in such darkness, and with so few friends. As most of you have understood, if I shared my life experiences, some of these times are gone through very much alone and there are not many people around that can relate. Unless you really search. And most of the time we don’t feel like searching for anything when we’re barely able to wake up every day and get dressed. Having been through very traumatic times that caused depression, and nightmares and loneliness and sometimes the inability to function normally. I can understand the darkness that prevails if we allow it to.
There’s a few things in my life that I can honestly say, are the only reasons that I am here today, both physically and mentally spiritually and emotionally. I know that if it took those things to keep me saying then all of you also had to have some way that you’ve coped something that held you together. and some? To that you’ve used to make it to the point, we are able to even write about it today on a blog. The truth is professionally I’ve seen that it isn’t a very high percentage of us that are able to make it even this far- in fact we are a very blessed group of people to have come through what we have and able to share it with other people. Speaking of sharing it with other people that is a critical piece in healing. It isnt always about us -the spotlight can’t always be on us even in our dark times and the truth is some of the ways out of these dark times the very quickest are by reaching out to others and pulling them up with the knowledge we have.
Sometimes when you need a friend the most you got to go and be a friend to someone. . Sometimes when you need encouragement the most you need to go and encourage someone. And even sometimes when you need financial help, you need to reach out to someone who you know could use what little bit you have and help them.. The point is as tempting as it is when we are in these dark times, the worst thing we can do is send out invitations for a pity party. I have always found some good advice from a guy that sings a song full of truth abut these times. I would like to share this song with you and I’ve shared the one with lyrics so you can read along… Please take 3:38 minutes out and watch it…at the end of this post. It may just resonate with you somehow…( you may have to click on it to play it)
So as I kick off the on going series on how we have made it to the point we are, I would ask that you all share any advice that you have. I shared all the problems lol- now I need help with looking at many solutions. I am leaving this wide open, and welcome any guest posts on the topic. Like I said – the more you share the more therapeutic it is.
So lets see where this goes y’all
I had forgotten why I discontinued watching television about 2 years ago until yesterday when I glanced at some news while I was out running errands. It is so discouraging and depressing not to mention embarrassing to see what we as a society have come to tolerate to accept and sacrifice ethically morally and spiritually. It’s clear that as a whole this country is so confused about its own identity and yet the numbers of people seeking the truth or seeking out the manual for a living (the Holy Bible) decreases all the time according to statistics.
I don’t know how you operate but in my world if something isn’t working and I can’t fix it I usually as a last resort at least go to the manual. Sure I should have done it at first but I’m not like that so I don’t. So occasionally I’ll spend a lot of wasted effort on things I could have save time on by going directly to the manual. So we have clearly failed in what we have tried to accomplish in this world in this United States of America yet we refuse to go to the manual. The only reason I can think of is selfishness not wanting accountability and a spiritual battle that has taking this country by the throat and threatened with a sword of our enemy to back off from goodness and righteousness.
So no matter what you have subscribed to in the past and no matter what you grew up with if your life is not going well and you see around you what I see- maybe its time we look at the manual and see what it says. To my knowledge to this day not one single word has ever been found to return void.
And by the way I didn’t write it so please don’t shoot the messenger! The bottom line is that nobody’s ever disproved the bible and every single word in that is a promise that it will never come back void- yet so many are afraid to touch or open it. I think that is evidence of itself that we all know the truth deep down inside. If my neighbor hung Superman signs all over his house and in his yard put up Superman posts it wouldn’t bother me a bit I realize who Superman is and what Superman is not. If my neighbor put up crosses and pictures of Christ all over his house and yard and it irritated me that would raise some questions because if I really knew it was no existing being or no God of the universe or no Jesus Christ of Nazareth exists, it wouldn’t affect me just like Superman wouldn’t. Give that some thought for a minute. Why do some get that irritated feeling in their gut at the name of JESUS? Does this make you angry- JESUS! JESUS! JESUS!
If so, why?
People spending millions of dollars to take down a cross or hide bibles in school classes just so they don’t have to hear or see about Jesus Christ? They have become more tolerant of cults that support things like raping children, sharia law and chopping off arms and vaginal mutilation for young girls. Makes no sense does it?
I mean how would you look at me if I made the news for spending millions and protesting in the streets how offended I am by my neighbors Superman gear? You would think I should be locked up somewhere, right? LOL!
Its like a 3rd grader plugging his ears when he doesn’t want to hear the answer the way he wanted the adult to say it. Its very sad and sometimes I’m ashamed and embarrassed for our own kind. Its sad as we should be leading the way in sharing good news and hope with people.
We act like the stubborn husband who refuses to ask directions, all the while his wife is holding a road map in one hand and a GPS in another. In this case God is holding out His Word, in His hands to us..
No matter what the reason we have gotten off track-God made us a blessed country by surrendering and submitting to His name. Now we have withdrawn from doing this corporately, and we see the handiwork of our own decisions.
My question is why is everyone refusing to test it out? Maybe its time we ” rebelled ” against the world system we now are stuck in of hatred, violence, and the removal ( in our hearts) of surrendering as one nation under GOD?
I think its worth a shot!
If you’ve ever wondered why I keep pushing for services for everyone and talking about providing treatment that actually does something besides make the providers rich, and keep talking about providing virtual services and all those things today is your day. You are in for a rare treat, ESPECIALLY if you or a loved one has seemed to be stuck in an addiction cycle forever.
Never in my 23 years as a social worker working with addicts and in mental health or behavioral health, have I ever been so blessed as I was today to be able to share this with you; actual documented of how truly stupid our whole system is when it comes to addictions treatment. It’s almost hard for me to believe. What you’re looking at is a post on LinkedIn by a clinician that works in addictions. She says ( I am paraphrasing)
“I have this client and he’s like this and this and this anyone got any advice on what to do with him?” I was reading going –No, lady but you should! You are the ” specialist”
You’ll notice it says 83 comments. Out of 83 comments I think they were over 70 opinions from clinicians and doctors and addiction specialists giving opinions on what she might do. Actual opinions suggesting a certain diagnoses and even treatment recommendations.They have never met him don’t know anything about him and they’re recommending their brand of treatment.
Nobody should be publicly posting that type of information to begin with. It would be easy to track the kid down just by where she works, and a little homework. So if you had it in your family or a friend or you are an addict not everybody thinks that you’re crazy. If you’re an addict- I know the truth and there are lots of people who are trying to come forward and help an addict so they can get effective treatment.
It is bad enough that people seem to think addiction is a hobby like golf – but they don’t even get the fact that just as diabetes is a disease, so is addiction. Would you go to the cancer unit at a major hospital and start yelling at all the patients to ” snap ” out of it ? Of course not. The families of addicts do it each day. To make things worse, nobody seems to know how to treat it..
I wonder how those people would respond if I told them that about 10% of addicts in treatment right now are doctors…
Personally I was invited to meet with a major insurer in July to be considered in a joint partnership to build treatment centers using my model of care. I am doing all I can to bring awareness to the terrible system we live in. If you have read my home page ” mental health its a crazy business” you know that this same problem exists there too. Basically whoever or whatever company is getting paid to ” treat ‘ ( its hard to even call it that) patients in addictions and mental health facilities get paid their 50-100k per bed no matter of the patient does better or not..
I want you to keep this in mind every time you want to judge anybody who can’t seem to shake an addiction. Don’t you think they would like to get better instead of being stuck in hell while everyone around them shouts how they should ” try ” harder! Excuse me, but try harder at what? As you can see the ones supposed to be teaching addicts how to try don’t know themselves! Sad.
Lets hope this momentum keeps up where people are starting to open their mouths like Forbes…