Showing posts with label Why I blog. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Why I blog. Show all posts

Thursday, October 21, 2010

Did it help

Someone left a comment earlier on the posting about How do normal people think...

I can only relate to his or her dasein based on my experiences...

Get help and give it time because somethings can only emerge and simply can't be forced.... however hard you try... as evident by how at a snail's pace... my growing from 2-3 words....

After I replied to the comment, I thought to myself...

Hope it help the person on the other side of the ether...

Only if one person could be helped somehow... it is enough.

Then, I had this great sense of relief... somatic as well... as if all is let down.. and the weight is gone...

Now I get such a buzz from it that it feels as if I am gonna go take a early nap... 8-O lol

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Why I started to blog...

As I am trying to work on uncoding, I came across this very early post that I might have not come across... and something I might have forgotten...

Why I started my blogs...

I don't know whether my blog has ever helped anyone.... etc...

All else I don't know, I typed a lot. 8-O lol




Saturday, April 30, 2005

Cognitive constipation and Obsession 

I ask myself this question, if no one else does, "Do I have nothing else to do other than generating all these blogs?"

Well, there are several reasons behind the blogging.

First, I want to share my experiences with those who go through similar struggle some time in their life or those who are lucky enough to never have to live through these experiences. If anyone every comes across my blogs, I hope you will learn something through them.

Second, I am more or less creating a documentary with text. I find it really interesting to share my everyday experiences with other people in real time. This feels more or less like a faceless reality show.

Of course, I am aware that there are so many blogs over the Internet and there is not much of a chance for anyone to really stop by and read my postings. However, so is life and it is similar to all productions.

I actually suggested to a friend of my who is a MRI specialist to document the progression of my brain through out the entire time-- from a state of semi-stabilization, to a state of psychosis, to a state of recovery, and, hopefully, to a state of partial remission, if not full remission. Well, he did not see any point of keeping track of how my brain might change through out the entire time because "n=1 and results are not generalizable." Well, good luck to him and his fellow researchers. I am not even sure whether they would ever to find a big enough n to successfully carry on the study.

Well, believe it or not, based on my clinical experiences, it is closed to impossible to find patients who could identify the entry point and all the points in-between for research purposes. It is essential to conduct research based on stringent methodology. However, if the purpose of research is all for publication but not for the sake of inquiry about the plausible truth, there is something fundamentally sad.

Third, via writings, I am attempting to find a channel for catharsis. I understand that, at a time when I am highly irritable, small things could turn into big issues. Since unresolved issues tend to have a detrimental effect on human psyche and, possibly, would resolve in maladjustment (lol), the least I could do is to help myself, on a daily basis, work through and think through the little things one at a time.

Fourth, the writing activities are a way of indulging myself in something I always want to do but never find the time to do.

Believe it or not, despite of my verbal diarrhea in blogging, I have gradually achieved the state of cognitive constipation.

What is cognitive constipation? It is the experiences of blocked thoughts. Sometimes, medications might block you thoughts so very well that you don't even feel the flow in your thinking. That could make you feel that you are becoming dumber and dumber. Sort of like the kind of experiences people encounter when they enter a new environment in which they need to communicate with a foreign language. This was what Zyprexa did to me.

With Seroquel, the experience of cognitive constipation is much different. I am completely capable of performing all analytical tasks and ordinary cognitive functioning. I could also form highly intelligent argument or bullshit (lol). However, I have difficulties with inductive reasoning.

The second time I encountered my full blown psychotic episode, I stayed away from Zyprexa and switched to Seroquel. It was because I was in the middle of running my experiment for my dissertation study and was about to begin analyzing my data. At that point, I felt that I could not withstand the block of cognitive flow.

I never really felt the total block in the flow of my thought after I started taking Seroquel (at least I do not recall). Moreover, after I got out from the hospital, I went directly back to work on my dissertation. I was able to analyze my data using all different kinds of higher level statistics methods and was totally capable of interpreting the results. Within one month after I was discharged from the hospital and while I was still in the dire of delusions, two of my papers were actually accepted to be presented in a conference. However, I eventually came to the realization much later that I was still cognitively constipated, just like how I feel now.

Under the treatment of the medication, I could do everything except for some specific type of inductive reasoning. In other words, I could not work on the discussion section. The dosage of Seroquel actually had to be reduced so that I could start working on the dicussion section (lol).

However, haven't I been providing all the discussions about all the events all these time? Yes, I have been. Yet, most of these discussions have originated from open topics. It appears to me that the difficulties I have are topics with constraints. For instance, given the results of the statistical analyses and provided the theories, what do we learn from the study? That I can't do.

Well, all these are good reasons for my blogging. However, I do see myself spending too much of my time lamenting about my experiences.

Since I am still relatively analytical and since I have a quiz next week in statistics, I am gonna switch now to do some other lower level cognitive tasks... preparing for the statistics exam!

By the way, I am forgetting the most important point of why I am keeping this line of blogs alive... It is a test for myself and a life experiment for my own case study. I am inching away conducting my own research about the impact of blogging as a vehicle of providing mental health intervention. lol
1:05 PM    

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Why blog?

One thing I could never understand about my blogging is...

Why blog?

Who reads anyways?! 8-O lol

To be honest, no intention really to go back to read them 1500 something posting... short or long... regardless... what is the point?

Should be... Live was lived and lessons learned. C'est ça.

Came to a realization today... as I was cleaning up them postings...

Oh... most of the things have either been forgotten whatever the reason is...

This process also reminds me of what I had to do when taking that psychotherapy or counselling 101 class... Each student has to practice being the counselor of their class partner...

For each every session, you have to transcribe each every word and sound that came out of each party.

As a result, since there is not way I could stop that partner from complaining about her rich boyfriend and so on in front of the single me.... still hangover by da eternal love.... when playing the counselor role, we all learn to only nod when no need to say, "ya" or "oh." (OMG... Did empathy fall out of the window and fly over the rooftop... 8-O lol)

Today... as I am cleaning up my past...

Woody Allen was wrong... among the human sins, the most dangerous and most tempting ain't no temptation... OMG... should be: verbal diarrhea.

Dangerous because... no good for my back and wrist either... 8-O lol

This is what you call... 自作自受.... I surely did it to myself... 8-O lol

And... at least now I know the answer... Who reads anyways?

"Yours truly surely do and still am..."  So I say to myself. lol

Friday, June 12, 2009

Subject

Every so often when I read research paper concerning conditions I am affiliated with, I would wish that I could be one of the subjects included in the study.... to help us all gaining a better understanding in whatever condition it might be...

For instance, I actually had asked this friend of mine who is sort of a big shot in radiology who does clinical research on patients with schizophrenia.

Unfortunately, the response I got from him was a big negative...

One of the study he mentioned to me was that, as a participant, I would have to go off my meds for some duration of time to clean the meds out of my system... Knowing my own condition.... I went... no way Jose... already difficult enough to keep my head together while medicated... ain't quite make sense for me to lose my already pretty loosed head for some study that might get file in the drawer...

On a second note, I wondered to myself... how does this kind of study ever pass the IRB considering it requires patients who need drugs to control psychotic symptoms to go off their meds... 8-O

Essentially, I don't really fit the criteria for the selection of participants.... while one major problem involved in conducting research studies is the recruitment for participation...


Leaving me with only one thing to offer... anecdotal... 8-O lol sigh

Sunday, April 27, 2008

Story

Sometimes I wish that I could write up a story for you.

This could be a love story that could move someone with a heart of stone.

This could be a story about how one's will could defy all odds and constraints.

This could be a story about the power of man's belief in the light he seeks.

However, my current state of mind and my inadequate writing affords me not a story of substance to offer.

Then, it occurs to me that through ebay, I have communicated people from all different part of the globe while some of them shared with me their own stories in simple words.

There is this lady who retires early due to her back injury and the consequential onset of major depression.

There is this lady who lost her job and went on disability because her back injury and nerve pain.

There is this lady who had, maybe 17, surgeries in her cervical spine. The pain is so bad that now she has a pump installed in her to ease up the process of pushing pain killers directly--internal...

There is also this lady who has been struggling with depression and finds comfort in crafting.

Just when I am feeling sorry about my inability to tell the story the way I like it to be....

It occurs to me that no story could ever be of any substance without the amalgamation of all stories and the readers' thoughts.

Such a thought is comforting...

Story telling is not solely my job after all....