How do I stop my photographic memory from ruining my life?
I don’t have a photographic memory, just an exceptional one. I have an idea, of what it’s like, to re-experience traumatic events, over and over again.Knowledge may help. The brain rewards memories/thoughts of fear, pain, anger, guilt, shame, and humiliation. If it didn’t, then we would shun such thoughts. If we never remembered them, then we would make many more bad choices. We’d make the same mistakes, over and over again.I was born with zero ambition, and a below average sense of curiosity. It seems to be a family trait. I drove my parents and older crazy, with my questions. They were very cross, but assured me, that I’d learn everything, when I grew up. I believed them.I was a very poor student, because I didn’t have to study. However, I didn’t understand school. Plus, my family moved a lot, so I was timid and shy.I didn’t have a real friend, until age 10. He answered my questions about school. Like, why the teacher repeated everything. He told me, that I was smart. I didn’t correct him. I had a better memory. It didn’t make me smart.At age 15, I fell in love, with a 19 year old college student. I turned to the females of my extended family, for help. I studied women, as if my happiness depended on it. I reinvented myself.I spent a year, trying to win her heart. Unbelievingly, I succeeded. It lasted 3 heavenly months. When it ended, I couldn’t go back to being the same, boring me. I was desperate to be taken seriously, to be treated as an adult.College didn’t do it, so I joined the navy. Once again, I had to reinvent myself. Again, I succeeded. After the navy, I went back to college, and once again, reinvented myself.When I began my career, I determined the personality, that would succeed, and conditioned my brain and behavior to match. Again, I succeed.Success makes you set your sights higher. It’s a vicious circle. My ego got so large, that the daily stress was slowly eating me alive. After 17 years, I quit my job.Oh, I’m really good at picking stocks. I haven’t worked a day, since I quit, in 1995.What do you care about? What’s worth working long, hard hours?The subconscious creates all thoughts, decisions, and everything ever imagined. If you have a minimum of a conscience, then it will decide, if you deserve to be happy or successful. Karma is a great psychological tool. Do good. Be polite, kind, and generous. Every once in a while, go out of your way to help someone.Good luck.
My mom is ruining my life, help?
I love my parents though - I just want to live a happy life. Even if they went to jail - Who would I live with? Most of my relitives are dying or dead, and they wouldn't be happy to have me. And NO-They lived nice lives, no abuse, nothing like that. They are also NOT immagrants
Why is my mental health ruining my life?
If your mind has the strength to ruining your life, it's also has the potentiality to get you out of that and give you a wonderful life, use the power of your mind for you not against you.If your are talking about mental health then you are taking about the thoughts you run on your head all the time, now let see how your thoughts ruining your mental health. Your thought influence your feelings, feelings influence action, and actions are stored in your nerve’s memory. So you can see how our thoughts create habit loops, to get rid of this phenomenon first beware of your actions that cause you pain, then feelings and then thoughts. By doing this you will be aware of your thoughts and by avoiding that you can get rid of your mental health issues.Meditation, yoga, healthy food will be good remedy for you, avoid alcohol and smoking, change your habits your habits will change you. Just don't give up, keep up your good habits even you don't feel like doing it, take charge of your feelings, thoughts and emotions, your life will be transformed within a year, have the patience and just do it.Your mind is like knife, learn to use it to protect you not to cut yourself.Thanks for reading,Debjit
Smoking weed ruined my life?
I just wanted to know if anyone else has had this happen/feeling I started smoking weed freshman year just on the weekends and stuff and keep doing that until I got caught. I had to get an assessment a rehab and got admitted inpatient which sucked but it worked, for a while. Over the summer consisted of a few relapses and now in my sophmore year I'm right back doing to same old and my grades have never been worse, I just feel like I don't want to do anything anymore. I just was curious how anyone else overcame this its not even that I want to get high anymore but its almost for the kind of populairity it brings. I dunno hit me back
Does smoking pot ruin your memory and make you stupid, really?
short term memory will be affected if you stop smokin it will come back tho wont make you stupid
My mom says i ruin her life?
it happens that sometimes i do something my mom doesnt like. its always an accident. but she says that i do it on purpose. but i dont! and she never believes me. she calls me stupid, and says i have no future. every single time, she brings back the memory of what happened last time. and says i ruin her life. she always thinks only about herself. everything she says hurts me too. and dont tell me, to not do those things. because its always an accident. and when it happens, my grandmas okay with it, she knows its not on purpose. but my mom never understands, one time, she even beat me up and came home, and said im sorry ive been crying all day! why did she even say that, does she think it will make me go easy on her? like shes the one in pain? she just doesnt understand me. and probably because ive been living with her for only 4 years (she divorced and left to america when i was 1). im almost 14 now. sometimes she asks me if my grandparents make better parents than her. i always say no, but its a lie. i just want to know, should i speak out?
My mom says i ruin her life?
it happens that sometimes i do something my mom doesnt like. its always an accident. but she says that i do it on purpose. but i dont! and she never believes me. she calls me stupid, and says i have no future. every single time, she brings back the memory of what happened last time. and says i ruin her life. she always thinks only about herself. everything she says hurts me too. and dont tell me, to not do those things. because its always an accident. and when it happens, my grandmas okay with it, she knows its not on purpose. but my mom never understands, one time, she even beat me up and came home, and said im sorry ive been crying all day! why did she even say that, does she think it will make me go easy on her? like shes the one in pain? she just doesnt understand me. and probably because ive been living with her for only 4 years (she divorced and left to america when i was 1). im almost 14 now. sometimes she asks me if my grandparents make better parents than her. i always say no, but its a lie. i just want to know, should i speak out? sometimes, we have fights before i go to school, so on the way to the bus i cry. my friends ask me if i want to go to the counselor. i say no, but should i really?
Has a one-time ecstasy experience ruined my life?
I'm a good college student and I just finished my first at a university. Going into summer vacation, I decided that I was going to have a lot of fun and party a lot. I've smoked weed in the past and tried coke once, but I usualy steered clear of drugs because I'm very motivated and I know how distracting drugs can be. Agains my better judgement, I took ecstasy from a friend at a rave- thinking what the hell- I'll be fine. It was the most fun I've ever had in a single night. The next few days I felt depressed, but enlightened and easy going. I soon became very anxious because I still did not feel like myself. Instead, I felt very stupid and out of touch with reality. The anxiety got really out of control and I started feeling really guilty and obsessing over what a stupid mistake I had made. I felt like everything I did was wrong because my brain was permanenly disabled. I slipped into the worst depression of my life, accomponied by extreme anxiety and anxiety/panic attacks... It's been a month and a half now and although I feel a tiny bit better and at least more stable, I have come to feel that this is a defining moment in my life. My memory is horrible, both short-term and long-term. I don't know who I am anymore and I don't know what's real and what's not.I feel that I'm forever changed for the worst. My future is shot. A loser and i should accept stupidity. I just started taking prozac a week ago and I'm going to start seeing a therapist. Are my fears going to come true? Am I a lost cause? What can I do?... I can't (and won't) live like this.