Open letter to ANY herbalist or naturopath who is willing to assist me with insomnia

I wrote this e-mail to someone who is willing to work via phone. However, I am sending this out to ANYONE willing to assist me, anyone in the world out there who is qualified.  If you know of anyone, please send them my way!

“Perhaps you did not receive my initial email…I told myself I shouldn’t give up.  I wrote it on my cell phone and perhaps made errors.

“I have written to so many practitioners hoping for solutions to insomnia and many times the e-mail addresses are out of date or the personnel have changed.  Please write back.  I am desperate to find a cure for severe insomnia. I am completely nonfunctional simply because I cannot sleep.

“I am an intelligent person and I have a master’s degree already, but I have been a total zombie for three years now.  And also acting like a bitch (which really, no one understands….) because this happened from bad medical care.  I’m not “manic” nor “depressed” and I don’t have a snoring problem nor stop breathing at night.  I have gone through the pat answers such as “no caffeine,” “don’t watch TV,” etc. None work. I’ve tried the usual cures such as melatonin, which doesn’t work, nor do whopping doses of any sleeping pill. I got rid of the jerks in my life, thinking that would cure it, but that didn’t work.  People are surprised I haven’t gone crazy and my immune system hasn’t given out due to lack of sleep.  I do tend to be cynical, but can you blame me?  I can’t do a darned thing.  I just collapse.

“Please, please write back.  I am tired of just trying stuff randomly on my own and then finding out it doesn’t work.  I feel like crying because it’s been three years and I just get blamed for this by most of my ex-friends.  I’m expecting that the doctors that did this to me will be seeing a class action suit on this eventually.”

Julie Greene

julie@juliegreene.net

 

I wonder if anyone will respond to this.  We’ll see!

I knew it… a new diagnosis every day! OSFED!

So here it is, folks: New eating disorders on the market! OSFED!  Here’s the link:

http://greatist.com/grow/other-specified-feeding-eating-disorder-OSFED

Jenni Schaefer, I’m disgusted, you sold out! Who is sponsoring you now? Big money, eh? Nice pretty face, but….

I sure don’t want more folks locked up or going to get “help.”  Period.

They are now calling normal shyness, which most kids deal with fine on their own, Social Anxiety Disorder. They are medicating shyness, medicating grief, medicating and therapizing so many normal adolescent things.  They even call temper tantrums a disorder now.

Why not go back to the Vision Quest? Oh, i guess thumbing is now “dangerous.”

Life….We need to let people grow up and let adults make their own health decisions. Give people back their bodies and stop the medical profession from owning people and ruining them.

Love, Julie and Puzzle

I don’t understand the “people” thing at all….

Some folks are naturally ions at human relations and some aren’t. That’s just life I guess. I never was. I gotta accept that. I was always a loser. So that’s why I always found pleasure in solitary activity cuz I stank at human relations ever since I was a young child. That’s not a disorder. It just means I’m better at other things.
Like composing music. I was so, so good at that. Or writing, which, by the way, is always done alone. I’m wicked good at that and NEVER, ever have writer’s block. I can spit out a piece of writing no matter what. I challenge any “doctor” to do that, and I don’t care how many degrees he’s got. Can a “doctor” write memoir? In a flooded apartment? Betcha not. Can a “doctor” write while in a prison-like ER with only a mattress, no pillow, while being spied upon nonstop by so-called security guards and security cameras like he’s a criminal and they’re about to do a full body search and he has committed no crime? Probably he’d be shaking in his boots, wondering if he’d ever be able to play his favorite game of golf again, or swearing his fool head off cuz he’d missed his flight to his posh vacation. Oh no, he wouldn’t be shaking in his boots, they take boots off. Or, rather, yank them off even if doing so breaks his feet. They don’t give a shit and when you are on a psych unit they won’t give you crutches, either. Crutches are weapons, right?
So…I gotta accept that some people are good at socializing and I stink at it. I’m not “liked” at all. People naturally hate me. I know others that are in the same boat. Their friends dump them, or they get bullied and are scapegoated real bad. Why? I don’t get it. What’s the pattern here?
I wanna know. I swear to god a person who is bullied isn’t “sick.” No way. If anything, the bullies are the ones who are “sick.” So why do we glorify them? I’m totally stumped here.
The big guys are honored over and over. And the ones who get dumped, over and over get kicked and beaten till we die. Gang mentality. Told how wrong, stupid, hated, and sick we are. Or we are imprisoned. To “protect us from ourselves.” Kinda sucks, eh? Really, it’s from big guy society that we need to be protected, but I think we need to fight back against this, don’t you?
But really, this “us vs them’ mentality won’t do, either, cuz that’s not the way the world is, not really. There isn’t really this split. There are no “good guys” and “bad guys.” This isn’t the movies. The media would like folks to think this way. That’s myth too.
See ya. Or…probably not. I’m invisible, aren’t I? Just your imagination, I hope.

Puzzle in the sunny window overlooking our view of the town

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Love, Julie and Puzzle

Puzzle in the sunny window overlooking our view of the town

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Love, Julie and Puzzle

Puzzle in the sunny window overlooking our view of the town

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Love, Julie and Puzzle

Puzzle in the sunny window overlooking our view of the town

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Love, Julie and Puzzle

Puzzle in the sunny window overlooking our view of the town

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Love, Julie and Puzzle

Beautiful Puzzle

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Love, Julie and Puzzle

I changed my privacy settings back

Back to being found by Google search engines. Just thought I’d letcha know. I don’t care anymore. See ya.

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