أحس بحالة تشبه الاختناق، أعاني من ضيق في التنفس أعرف مصدره تماما. لا أدري ماذا أفعل من أجل التخلص من هذه الحالة. لا أريد العودة الى الوراء و الغوص من جديد في متاهات لا مخرج منها. أجد صعوبة في الكلام مع اي كان و لا أتكلم الّا عند الضرورة و بكلمات مقتضبة.
اتصلت اليوم بصديق عزيز جدا على قلبي هاجر من فترة الى اوستراليا أو بالأحرى هرب من ضغوطات اجتماعية كانت تخنقه هو الآخر. هرب عسى أن يجد مخرجا للأزمة التي يمر بها كأنه لم يعرف أن مشاكلنا تلاحقنا أينما ذهبنا. هربت من قبل و حاولت تجاهل أو تناسي بعض الأمور فوصلت بي الأمور الى محاولة جدية للانتحار. حاولت التخفيف عنه و لكن في قرارة نفسي أعرف أن كل هذا لا ينفع.

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Lady: it is time to discover the other you... do the following:
(1) Stare at yourself in the mirror for at least 10 minutes... focus on the point at the top of your nose... between your eyes... let the focus of your eyes relax... do not get startled if you see another you... try to refocus... stay for 10 minutes... rediscover the other you...
(2) Do this "strange" breathing exercise: in 5 seconds, take a slow deep breath, then keep the air in your lungs for 5 seconds... then exhale the air very slowly in 5 seconds... then hold your breath while keeping your lungs without air for 5 seconds, after that, exhale further for 3 seconds and hold your breath with empty lungs... try to recognize your feeling... can you exhale more? Do it!
Repeat (2) for 5 times... It is a good habit to do it once daily for 5 consecutive days...
Once you do these two exercises... you will find the other you... a you who will understand why you are living... Once you recognize that (usually after 5 days) you need to find a suitable meditation method that allows you to discover more of you...
Happy Hunting for the self
salam.
when i read ur posts, tears hurt my eyes. i felt like u r speaking my minds out.
it's really choaking to keep thinking of death as if it was the perfect solution for our daily life.
death has been accompaning me since i was a teenager, i have no idea why. was it my family?. is it me?.was it the books i used to read when i was a kid?
anyway, am trying to think of other things which bring joy to my heart, no matter what these things are. am trying to keep in touch with things that give me reasons to live even if these things were illusions .
i remember like 4 months ago, the idea of commiting suicide controlled my brain, i even day dreamt doing it, i felt it was a so easy thing to do. like eating a piece of cake.i got so scared of the way my brain operates.
i don't know if i'm addicted to this feeling, addicted to the pic of me crying. i know that life full of shit, but i know also that death is full of shit too.
anyway , would like to hear from u sometimes if u have the time to.
take care
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