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~ Henry David Thoreau

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Knowing When it’s Time to Let Go

October 16, 2014 By Stephen

let go
It’s never time to let go.

No matter how shitty, painful, miserable and hopeless you feel.

You must choose life.

It is possible to live in pain, you just do it.

Doesn’t mean its easy!

But what is the other option?

Life is precious, beautiful, fragile and very short.

If you stop and ask yourself what is the worst possible outcome of any given situation? The answer of course is “I could die”.

Humiliation won’t kill you.

I think the most miserable part of suffering with BDD is the feeling of constant anxiety. 

And the whole thing is complete and utter bull shit if you stop and think about it.

The things that make us anxious are usually fears about how the world or other people will perceive us. That somehow in our imperfect state we are unworthy of love. Even the King of Pop couldn’t bear it any longer.

That’s just great, but who is going to tell that to his children?

I have a patient, he is 25 and suffers from Cerebral Palsy. He is in a wheelchair, he can’t walk, he can’t clean or wipe himself, he can’t push his own chair and to add insult to injury he can’t talk. Then one day somebody at Stanford mounted a computer on his chair which allowed him to communicate with the one good arm he has.

Who knew he was not only hilarious, but bilingual and absolutely brilliant? He is also one of the happiest people I know, which makes me joyful around him because if anybody has a good reason to want to off themselves it is him.

I love seeing him in the clinic, after these visits I understand the meaning of happiness and the good life.

Living with BDD can be hell, but nobody ever said life was going to be easy.

Life, even in its most miserable state is better than death, because without life, you are no longer conscious, which may be less painful in the short run, but life, is not yours to take, even your own.

And in death we feel nothing, which is worse than being alive, even in its most painful state.

In caring for the ones we love we don’t “owe” them anything I guess, but if we love them, we will protect our lives. Our children, our friends, our family.. If we care for them we work hard for them and we suffer for them. This may involve some pain, but like I said: it is possible to live in pain.. You just do it.

And at the end of the day, all the fears, the anxiety, the state of despair over our appearance comes down to fear of what the world is going to think of us, how we will be perceived. Even if we have love it is hard to fathom we are lovable. But, we all are lovable. We know others opinions don’t matter, beauty despite what the makers of beauty products and TV commercials try to tell us has nothing to do with our complexion. Just ask my patient.

We are beautiful people, we just need to believe it! and if this is painful, it’s OK, we can live in pain.. We just do it.

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Filed Under: Overcoming Body Dysmorphic Disorder Tagged With: let go, Suicide

Accutane, Depression and Body Dysmorphic Disorder

October 4, 2012 By Stephen

The Beginning of the end

Accutane Body Dysmporphic DisorderI started Accutane during my first quarter of college.

It was a last-ditch attempt to rectify my skin problems.

I remember walking into the dermatologist office vividly and I met this amazing medical assistant. She seemed to be the first person I had ever met who knew what I was feeling.

I told her I was here for my acne, she told me that now-a-days there were treatments that could clear up even the worst acne and prevent scarring.

She looked at me kindly, told me her own “skin story” and it is one of the first times I remember being completely comfortable with another human being. And that was it, she walked out. But I remember this encounter, it is a strange thing because it was so short, and seemingly so insignificant.

To this day when I see my own patients who are struggling with acne I think of her. And I try to repeat the words she shared with me, to give them reassurance that someone understands their problem.

It’s not what you look at that matters it’s what you see!

-Henry David Thoreau

The dermatologist walked in the office, looked at me, asked me what I had taken before, gave me a prescription for Accutane then walked out of the office. That was the first and the last I saw of him.

I am not sure he ever looked at me really. He surely didn’t know my name.  He wrote my refills though, and started my year long journey on a medicine that would find me on the edge of a roof, holding a cigarette, dreaming of a free fall to the ground that would not require too much pain. A fall in which I could die and be free of the agony  free of the judgement I felt from others.

Free from the horror movie that played tandem reals  in my mind.

Filed Under: Overcoming Body Dysmorphic Disorder Tagged With: Accutane, BDD, Depression, Isotretinoin, Suicide