Healthcare has come a long way baby but has the distance been a betterment?
I don't think so.
In my country we have housing for those with serious mental health issues that is basically solitary confinement. We're expecting these people to live a life alone, many fighting voices and arguing with energy all day long. A good smudging is needed but the healthcare industry definitely doesn't believe in the woo woo--even though it has been proven that smudging with certain dried plant materials does indeed "clean" a space of impurities in the air.
How can someone in this situation deal with the triggers of addiction or drug use that pulls them out of their loneliness?
Triggers can manifest out of memories, smells, tastes, suggestions and so much more. It's often out of a person's control leading them to fear tv, interactions with others and simply living life.
Schizophrenia is one that is very difficult to treat. There is a study--likely several by now--stating that from a side effect perspective, Cannabis Indica is a better medication than the commonly used Schizophrenic drugs. These are heavily sedative drugs that lower one's energy, one's interest in food, water, life. They deaden the thoughts, the desires, the urges that keep us curious. It is very common for those taking these meds to desire to feel again and meth gives them more than they can handle--not that they know that before first puff. Can you imagine taking a medication that hinders your ability to even pleasure yourself? No wonder they use.
Side effects from their cocktail of contraindicating pills swiftly does a number on a person's gastrointestinal system but no one even considers probiotics. Or even food as medicine where cheese, rice, or bran might assist in regulating bm's.
That fucking DIN or drug identification number is a false prophet, a safety net with giant holes in it, and a grrrrreat pocket liner.
Physicians today rely on this DIN to protect them while prescribing. But is it really pushing health?
I wish I wish I wish we lived in a world where one could help another without fear of .... well, without fear. If this particular person were my brother for instance, I'd work with him on a diet that feeds and nourishes his body and brain. I'd get him on pro and prebiotics, drinking Kombucha, eating fermented anything to assist his gut. 90% of our serotonin is made in the gut so FEEDING THE GUT helps depression and all other neurological issues.
Meh, what's food eh? Food is medicine, though not in the eyes of our healthcare system. In the words of the smartest man I'll ever know, my Daddy, "hospital food is NOT fit for human consumption!".
I'd make him Cannabis oil with high high indica CBD flowers and yes, some flowers with low THC as well. I'd know that I would have to adjust this oil as his endocannabinoid system learns how to use what nature has so generously provided. I would incorporate other herbs as well that are proven to help calm and regulate the nervous system.
Of course, this whole post is happening because of one particular person that I have resigned myself to show love to. Being angry at him did not improve my existence. We hadn't spoken in months and then just did last week. I realize that we are more alike than different, something many of us will soon realize if they don't already.
We live in this world and all around us we see struggle and strife but helping can be seen as risky. So is driving your car, taking mandated gene therapy treatments and so is eating bugs.
Risk is everywhere. I refuse to let it harden me.
LOVE is a verb. Use it yo!
I love YOU and am here to help in any way I can.
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