Does fasting hurt a person internally

Does fasting hurt a person internally

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Cardiac problems occur very easily as do deaths due to serious ventricular arrhythmia, experienced usually during long water fasts

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Are you an “INTUITIVE person, you get 10 points if you answer this ?

Q: Philosophy wise. Yes love is what makes the world go around. Ilove her, and she loves me. So why is she not cooperating then ?My ex, is trying to get back with me now. She just got out of anabusive relationship with a horrible man. It was mostly emotionalabuse though. She became depressed, and started smoking again.She was forced to stop all forms of communication with me. Fastforward. 4 months later in September 2008, they break up. He isnow in jail. She is now feeling alone and hurt inside. So what doesshe do, she calls. She has called dozens of times, and I have notanswered. I was angry at her for being with that jerk. But I decidedto pick up the phone, next time she calls. I send her emailseveryday. Do you think that she is reading them ? I write her deepmessages, about what is going on with her internally. Is she readingthem…………….Well that is how she got my new cellphone number. By email. I mean howelse would she know. But on Thanksgiving Eve, I told her that Istill loved her. Then she called methat same night. Did she read mymessage.

A: She has just got out off an abusive relationship and may need some down time to think thing through.Unless she has blocked you she should be reading the e-mails.Give her some time and space and maybe you will here from her again.

How is this piece of writing?

Q: She was glimmering, glamorous, glossy like the pages in Vogue. She had the type of beauty that shone and struck everyone in her path, but it didn’t appeal to Sophie’s analytical eye. It was too effortful. So unnatural it made Sophie cringe. Models needed a type of beauty that wasn’t pretty, exactly but somehow made you stop and think, “That chick’s a model.” The girl standing in front of Sophie didn’t have it. She thought she did; hell, she probably came up to Sophie Ferraris thinking she had it in the bag. Today, Cappaport Academy, tomorrow, Dolce and Gabbana show in Milan. “Well, sorry to burst your bubble, but no, you don’t have it, and you never will”, Sophie desperately wanted to say. But she couldn’t. The words simply refused to escape her mouth. Instead, she smiled sweetly up at the girl, who was twirling her glossy blonde hair nervously. “I don’t think you’re quite what my mother is looking for right now. I’m sorry. You’re very pretty, though!” Sophie gushed apologetically, a false smile hovering on her lips the entire time. The girl sighed dejectedly and rubbed her temples.“Why? I mean, what’s wrong with me?” The girl asked, a defensive glare on her face. Sophie internally rolled her eyes. God, why wouldn’t the girl just get over it and leave her alone to finish her croissant? “There’s nothing wrong with you…” Sophie started.“Just nothing right,” Piper Vermeer finished, grinning harshly up at the girl. Sophie bit her lip, knowing that Piper had just verbalized exactly what Sophie was thinking. She couldn’t have said it better herself. The girl shrunk back, on the verge of tears.“Please? I really need some extra money,” The girl pleaded, a fat alligator tear rolling down her rosy cheeks. Asia Laurent, who had been sitting silently in the background, gearing up for her witty remark, always said at the end of the confrontation for that last brutal blow, leaned forward and grinned. Sophie closed her eyes briefly, holding her breath. Asia’s remarks were always honest, always witty, but also could cause psychological damage to that person to last forever. Her remarks would always stick in the back of the victim’s mind, always there to cause the person doubt in anything they did. Half of Sophie admired Asia’s cruel wit, half of her was disgusted by it. “I heard Budweiser was hiring beer girls for their new summer campaign,” Asia whispered, so that the girl had to lean in to hear her. The girl bit her lip and wiped her eyes, obviously hurt.“Ex-excuse me?” The girl asked, tauntingly. Sophie raised her eyebrows, both amused by the girl’s bravery and appalled by her stupidity. Asia seemed undaunted, however. She merely flashed an evil smile and winked at the girl.“Or if that doesn’t work out, there’s always the corner. I heard you’re in art. You can make a hell of a good sign. You a whiz at math? I’ll help you. Ask for $50 bucks a pop and you’ll be set.” That was low. Possibly the lowest blow Asia had ever gone for. It made Sophie sick when she saw the girl’s expression, that look of impossible shock and hurt. If anybody else had said that to her, she probably would have her in a headlock by now, but she had just gotten out-witted by Asia Laurent, and you just didn’t mess with that kind of nastiness. The girl, however, bravely persevered.“What did you just say to me?” She asked again, snot falling out of her nose faster than the water at Niagara Falls. Asia widened her eyes slightly, shocked that the girl had persisted. Usually they dropped like flies after the first shot. “You’re right. $50 a little high for you. I heard you’ll give it for free.” There were no such rumors, of course. Most of the people at the school actually viewed the girl as a prude, better fit on the Upper East Side than crazy TriBeCa. But it distressed the girl. That was what Asia wanted. Now because of that comment, that paranoia that there were rumors that she was a **** was embedded in her brain, and it never would be dropped.Exactly! That’s the point.Wanot, dude, calm down. I’m sorry I didn’t put “check out my FEMALE ONLY story”. Do you realize how weird that would be? You’re kind of anal about it. I’m a girl, but I know about the Boston Red Sox and the WWF. And BTW, Cappaport Academy is the name of their school. I made it up.I’m sorry to be so stuck on this, but Wotan, I don’t like the fact that you put “I wouldn’t have bothered to read it” like you’re some kind of professional doing me a favor. Well, no offense, but I looked at your profil, and you’ve NEVER been published. Sorry, but I’m 14, and I’ve been published. You also give rude, uninformed answers to other people, as well. You seem to be arrogant and you think you know it all. You obviously do not, because if you did, you would be published by now.

A: I like it, the alliteration in the first sentence was very appealing, like something that might be said in a poetry slam. Good, though.

I am at an ALL TIME LOW. Someone…anyone, please help me?

Q: I’m aware this is long, but I need all the help I can get, because I am FED UP with living like this.I’m actually going to write down all the tips I get from here.So if anyone actually takes the time to read this in entirety, and reply to it, I will be extremely grateful.I am 17 years old, and I have been struggling with major depression and anxiety since I was a child.Throughout my life I have had “episodes” of major depression and anxiety, and they have been absolutely crippling.I recall having feelings of deep sadness, emptiness, and anxiety since I was about 7. I would be left at my grandma’s all the time when my parents went out and I was always extremely bored and lonely.I have good parents, but I have to admit that they can be neglectful. For example, our house is very messy and unclean, but I’m too depressed to do anything about it. That’s how LOW my energy is.When I was 9, my anxiety became full-blown. I would be compelled to “confess” disturbing thoughts or bad things I’ve done, to my parents (I dont even know why) and the anxiety would be MASSIVE. I think I was just wanting to inflict pain on myself.When we moved to our new house, I couldn’t even sleep in my own room for a few months. For some reason, I had to sleep on the floor in my parents’ room every day.The depression and anxiety has continued over the years.I’ve been put on various meds, and seen various psychologists and psychiatrists. It’s always been the same, anxiety and depression. I have periods of being okay and generally not anxious/depressed, and then heavy periods of misery.Over the past few years I have gained a lot of weight. I was teased at my old school for the way I looked and the way I acted (I’ve always been different from other kids). As a result, my self-esteem remains to be low, but not as low. High school has been SO MUCH BETTER (as I attended a private Catholic school from preschool to 8th grade, now I’m in a public hs). I have many friends and people think I am pretty and nice and a really cool person. I try to be nice to everyone. I’m usually in a cheerful mood, whether I internally feel miserable or not.The depression and anxiety evolved to obsessive, disturbing thoughts and fear of losing control or going crazy. I would have a constant thoughts of hurting someone or doing something/saying sexually inappropriate to someone close to me, and the reason is because these are the most DISTURBING things I could possibly imagine. I love my family SO much and I would never want to hurt them….but the thoughts continued.I have had a few panic attacks because I would get so FED UP with the disturbing emotions that wouldn’t leave me alone.In 2006(8th grade), I became an impatient at a mental health facility because my anxiety and depression got so bad. After that, things began to improve. I didn’t see much anxiety for three years.* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *Fast-forward to 2009.I smoked some weed at my cousin’s house, and had a full-blown panic attack. My subconcious self wanted to go back to normal SO BADLY, but I couldn’t, so I panicked, had lots of disturbing thoughts, etc. The main feeling was feeling extremely DETACHED and fear of not being able to control my actions.About a month later, I began to feel “detached” every so often (usually on the schoolbus) and it scared me.It got worse and worse, so bad that I stayed home from school for a couple of days.One day in November, I was at the mall with my friends, and all of a sudden I started to feel HIGH. It was the detatchment again.My parents picked me up at night, and the feelings got worse on the way home.When I got home, I finally had it with the disturbing feelings. I couldn’t take them much longer. I went in the living room and told my dad that “I didn’t feel right” and was begging him to “take me somewhere or I would do something crazy”, by now I was feeling EXTREMELY detached. I remember saying “I’m here…… but I’m not” repeatedly. I was allegedly pale as a ghost.He told me to just calm down and relax, so I tried, and eventually went to sleep.But I remained to feel moderately “detached” from that night on. Apparently these feelings are hereditary, because my 24-year old cousin has always struggled with them as well, and she has yet to find a solution.I soon found that the word for this “detachment” is DEPERSONALIZATION.A week later, I saw a new psychiatrist and got put on Seroquel and Prozac (I am still on those) and they helped a lot. I still felt detached, but the Seroquel helped me deal with it. It blocked the panic and anxiety. I was put on Seroquel partially because I might possibly have early stages of bipolar disorder, and I believe it.Things got even better when I finally got a chance with my only crush of 2 years. I always thought he was the PERFECT guy and that he would never give me a chance, but he did. He was my first relationship AND kiss, and it was vice versa for him. He saw the real, intelligent, sweet, interesting me, behind the weight. He made my difficult home life and emotions TOLERABLE, and I was truly happy. We dated for 4 months, then he broke up with me because he wanted to “move on”, (but we remain best friends.)And things have been hell ever since.The meds have stopped working (as well as they did) and the detachment has become severe again.I remember when I first got put on Prozac and couldn’t cry…..now I cry every single day.I haven’t had a panic attack because I have to fight to prevent it. I hate leaving my house because that’s when I start to feel more detached, ESPECIALLY AT night.All I want to do anymore is stay home, because that’s truly the only place I feel moderately safe at. I do things that comfort me, and that’s how I’m usually okay, but, but I’m still severely limited due to my anxiety.I’m really sick of my life and feeling like this ALL THE TIME.Nothing is going right for me.It’s summertime and my depression/anxiety/detachment is keeping me from enjoying it.I lost the boy of my dreams.And in less than two weeks, we’re spending a week at Disney World in Florida.What do I do?????I already have a hard enough time leaving my house!I want more than ANYTHING to have a good time in Florida, but I’m afraid I will start feeling severe detachment and have a panic attack and lose control and say/do inappropriate things and just be absolutely miserable the whole time I’m there.If I still had my boy, I’d be able to tolerate it, but I don’t…..Can anyone help me?I just don’t see a reason to live anymore.

A: You said you took medication right?How about therapy?I can’t really say that much since I’m going through my own depression and anxiety.A good website is http://www.metanoia.org/suicide/