I really don’t expect anyone to get that Children of Bodom reference because most of the people I know have horrific taste in music, buttttt it was a perfect segue into acupuncture. After that whole GoFund thing, my parents offered to send me back to acupuncture. My mom found this dude ages ago when she got post-partum after my little brother – and he cured that shit right out of her. No meds no therapy. I went a few times back then, but then left to school and then Florida and then yea.
In the few months, specifically few weeks, before I started going to this guy, I was at one of my lowest lows. Every day was a struggle, I cried an insane amount for no real reason, and suicide was something that never left my mind. Even when things started going great with everyone’s support, things didn’t change. I was grateful beyond belief, but it didn’t change the fact that I didn’t wanna wake up in the morning. I’ve been going now for almost two months, and I wanted to write about it because of how much better I’ve been feeling. I also actually recommended a few people over to him, and not only have they seen almost an immediate improvement, but I notice it in them too. This isn’t a sales pitch, but just something to throw out there because it’s made a believer out of a whole bunch of skeptics, myself included.
My depression, anxiety, out of control thoughts, and suicide ideologies have all decreased. It’s all still there because this shit’s gonna take some time since I’ve been fucked up for 2 decades, but everything seems just a little bit better. My suicide thoughts have gone from daily Googling and praying to not wake up to something like “It would just be easier not to be here” once a week. Yea, that still sounds like a lot.. but it’s a nice change from feeling it all day everyday. The crying has mostly lessened to when I’m triggered – watching a miserable movie or getting too much of Brian in my head. As far as the depression and anxiety – it’s a come and go kinda thing. Some days are the way it used to be – my anxiety’s so high that I feel the need to finish a bottle of Patron.. or my depression gets so bad that I can’t make it into work, let alone out of bed. But some days, I wake up easily, get through work fine, and look forward to coming home to cook and do my dishes.
The point is – although I still feel like most of the time I’m “just coasting through”, the good days have become more frequent and the bad days are easier to handle. And this is just from a once a week, hour long visit, for a couple months. The man is definitely some kinda miracle worker. If anyone wants more info, feel free to holla. As a precursor, there’s really smelly herbs as part of the treatment (which are optional, but recommended). Also, you barely feel the needles at all because they’re tiny – so unless you’re a serious pussy, you’ll be fine.