“You don’t have any problems….Look, you’re so handsome, and famous, even a super star….” and he jumped off the building after hearing his best friend “consoling” at the other end of the mobile phone, and died.
He refused to talk….but his friend did quietly, the most important thing, taking care of his meals and accompanied him for 7 days, then he finally talked and released his feelings, and got medicated.
She got back office, looking weary, after holiday of baby-delivering. Her colleagues tried to cheer her up and joked that
“don’t be stupid into thinking worries are behind the deliverance period. We all lived through that.”
Then she felt herself really stupid of not able to cope like everyone else.
7 days later her husband phoned back office saying that she died of hanging herself.
That’s the example of lack of medication and care.
A mother woke her 7-years old child at late night saying “I just can’t cope it. I’m very poor. Let’s jump together. Alright?”
The child tried to soothe her mother. He said, “mom, if somebody will give you 1 million for cutting off one of your arms, would you do that?” Her mother shook her head. “mom, if somebody will give you 4 millions for your head, would you do that?” Her mother was amazed and said no.
“See, you’re so rich. Mom !”
A depressed mother drank heavily after the death of her husband, nearly every night would wake her children up, blaming her children for causing her misery, through scolding and hitting them.
Four years later, one of the child got depressed into many years, until aged-28, only through his religion and the change of his mother,Â could he finallyÂ recover.
This just demontrates the hate and depression are contagious, especially serious in family.
The 7 years old son looked dazed. To get him ready to school, even took 1 hour just to wear his shoes.
Worried mother finally search for cure after a few doctors failed, at last to a psychiatrist ordering half a pill of Prozac, saying it’s just not adapting well to transition of school life. No improvement. Doctor said 1 whole pill would do the trick.
The effect was the child couldn’t stop crying. The mother asked why. The child replied that he just didn’t know and couldn’tÂ stop it.
Finally the mother decided to stop the Prozac. After the child calmed down, the mother psychologically approach the child herself and learned that it all began with a classmate remarking him as fat. After releasing his fear of takingÂ seriously of others’ unpleasant words, he found himself the correct way of coping things, and was soon cured.
For the most of us, the reasons behind our suicidal thoughts lie in love within us is dying out or stuck without the conduit necessary to release. Suicide, the last resort, often comes along with hate or ignorance.
A little bit of love injected or felt can only delay your suicide attempts, but not for good.
But the most of you can get out of this feeling. I’ll reveal to you all these secrets here in my later comments.
First, entertainment time. We need “hope” , the joy to carry on.
A music video here I’d like to share with you all.
It’s of a blind artist, a Taiwanese, starting with weak vision and father deserted him since he was a few years old.
His poor mother then worked very hard in construction site to support 3 kids, and trying to earn the fees never enough to sum up for his cataract, eye surgery’s expense.
Now he, besides swimming and judoing well, can fully express his feelings through his songs.
And he chooses friends by that senses still remain, through people’s voice and their scent.
An inspiration I hope that can arouse the deep down in you, to learn releasing your feelings too.
Sometimes, the audience one expects, is himself he truly values.
Here is a song he wrote. (Though quality not that good, it’s the best version performed)
I’ll try to translate the lyrics for you : (You’re My Eyes)
If I can see, I can easily distinguish the day and the night….so I can within the crowd precisely find your hand to hold onto….if I can see, I can drive you around and us roam free….so I can by surprise from behind give you a hug….if I can see, life may all be different….of the thingsÂ I want, I like, I love….may all be different.
Before my eyes, the black is not the black….and what about the white that you said of….and you said of the sky blue….in my memory the blue behind the white clouds was the sky….I looked at your face, only I saw was the vast of the vanity….Wasn’t it that God in front covering my eyes….and forgot to unveil me?
You’re my eyes….showing me the changes of the four seasons….you’re my eyes….leading me through the crowded people….you’re my eyes….leading me read the sea of books….because you’re my eyes, letting me see the world just in front of me….just in front of my eyes.
The 2nd song is also quite good. (The Departed Person)
OK, the following is to introduce you to the fun parts of Korea.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TGbwL8kSpEk&feature=player_embeddedÂ Â Â Â Â Â (“Oh”)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6SwiSpudKWI&feature=player_embeddedÂ Â Â Â Â Â (“Genie”)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rsO0eS1Us14&feature=player_embeddedÂ Â Â Â Â Â (boy playing the guitar “Oh”)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S7SYWFeaSqc&feature=player_embeddedÂ Â Â Â Â Â (practising “Oh”)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U7mPqycQ0tQ&feature=player_embeddedÂ Â Â Â Â Â (“Gee”)