Killing Me?

People believe that doctors know how to diagnose their problems using diagnostic skills such as patient interviews, health checkups, and physical observations. We are used to the idea that there are drugs that can solve the problem of worsening the US. For each patient, the US doctor is less than 20 minutes, and this time most people will not consider asking the doctor if there are multiple ways to treat their illness. In fact, most people just do not ask the doctor a question.

Let's start with the fact that I know that this will kill me. Believe me, I can feel it, so I do not need to tell me this is killing me. It made me diabetic, it consumed my energy, it killed my libido, which made me a smile in the United States. I am very smart. You can see all these. But I can not stop the urge to eat. There is something I can only disassemble and eat between my intellect. I noticed that I was addicted when I was sitting on the sofa when I was eating the rest of the addiction. This party was shipped to the house in the Ziploc package. At some point the cake was crushed. It almost shattered like a cake. Thinking to throw it away, let me sit it overnight

I remember for the first time that I found someone hating me. Specifically, they want to kill me. In this case, it is translation with military deployment. We thought that we were friends who played table tennis from time to time. He thought that it was me that I ultimately kill him. Fortunately, we found him planning to kill us and stop him. Scapegoats occur because people live in a strictly controlled and monitored environment. Changing these environments requires too much psychological work and any discontent threatens the individual's position in the imaginary hierarchy. People falling into obedience turn into unconscious thought police. When thinking police meet people they make them think ... They are not a joke

They said, "You can not kill you and strengthen you." I do not necessarily agree with this. Something near them that I did not kill me will still hurt me. In a sense, "kill me slowly." They did not improve me. Some things make me worse. But will not it work as well? Is there something you can not break? Unfortunately, you can not choose your own way or hinder the sorrow of your life. They may make you unprepared and not ready. To suffer, this is what everyone experiences at some stage of their life. But keep your patience and still keep your calm, your faith and your smile ... This is very wonderful. Pain changes people more than success. It shapes your awareness of life, your values ​​and priorities, your goals and dreams. Pain will change you. But in reality, these things really killed me, and that made me to me. I already know that everything is temporary ... moments, people, emotions, flowers