Do You Have A Pinocchio Nose?Written by Dave Turo-Shields
Publishing Guidelines: You have permission to publish this article electronically or in print, free of charge, as long as resource box is included. A courtesy copy of your publication would be appreciated. ***********************************************************Title: Do You Have A Pinocchio Nose? Author: Dave Turo-Shields, ACSW, LCSW E-mail: mailto:editor@overcoming-depression.com Copyright: by Dave Turo-Shields, ACSW, LCSW Web Address: http://www.Overcoming-Depression.com Word Count: 764 Category: Peak Success DO YOU HAVE A PINOCCHIO NOSE? Ever try to make a powerful personal change, only to have a voice inside your head sabotage you, make you feel in-authentic and attempt to convince you that you aren't capable of your goal? I call this "Dark Inner Pinocchio," not cute and lovable Pinnocchio we've seen on VCR. No, this guy is dark all right. His whole negative approach is key to his own survivial. And his nose!! It's got to be so long that it's pushing against a vital body part somewhere! I'm on my 'weigh' back from a big weight gain. Sound familiar? For months I tried this-and-that thing with no success, until I found secret. Of course, I'd taught secret so many times to my clients (I'm being humble here), but had failed to figure out that this same power-technique could be applied to my own weight loss. I had to wholeheartedly BELIEVE that my natural weight is 180 pounds. In fact, I had to get out pictures of me as far back as high school, all way up to a couple of years ago. I studied my facial structure, my body type, my bone structure etc. The results confirmed that my 'natural' weight should be 180 pounds. I could 'see' myself at that natural and healthy weight. I beleived it! I implemented my plan and began my quest, but it was uninteresting because it wasn't any different than things I'd tried before. The tickle-me part is I have gone from 255 pounds down to 210 pounds and that's with gaining approximately 6 pounds of muscle in process. What was difference? Before, Dark Pinocchio had me convinced I was meant to be a fat, out of shape person. I shut him up with 'THE TRUTH.' Can you envision me bending his long nose around and jamming it into his mouth? ;-) I'm a peaceful man, but this Dark Pinocchio guy is threatening my life with pounds of fat, literally! How is he threatening your life? I am still in process of reclaiming truth about who I am physically. As part of this journey I've decided to journal. Good thing I did too, because that's where I caught this Dark Pinocchio in action. As I would sit in morning journaling about my previous day I would notice moments where I felt suddenly doubtful about what I was doing or saying.
| | A Time of Self Healing, Hope and ReflectionWritten by LadyCamelot
In March of 2000, I was injured during a retail management career. Although I didn't know it at time, this accident would change my life forever. Leaving work to go hospital, I had lost use of my entire right side. My limbs were completely numb. What a horrifying escapade. Once there, I was not given proper care which in turn led a spinal myelopathy at C-2 level of my spine. Little did they nor I know that a dislocated shoulder could do this severe damage. As time wore on, I continued to work with subluxation. Unbeknownst to me, this was further damaging spinal cord. After I had surgery to finally repair dislocation 6 months later, I suffered bad after-effects, including pluerisy and stomach lining destruction from all medications. Eventually, they (physicians) realized that I wasn't getting any better. After numerous months of physical therapy, steroidal injections, too many anti-emflammatories, and dozens of doctor's visits, I was finally given an MRI. The MRI showed that I had a lesion at C-2 level. Initially, radiologist had thought that I had suffered from one of two things: either I had a demylenating process such as Multiple Sclerosis, OR I had suffered remote trauma to spine from an injury. Immediately following radiologist's opinion, my worker's compensation dropped me. They naturally assumed that all of my ailments were due to an MS diagnosis of a radiologist's opinion. Within two months following this MRI, I was critical. The same thing that happened to me day of my shoulder subluxation was happening again. This time, I was totally paralyzed. Church members and family rallied for me and prayed for me. There I lie, in a cold hospital bed getting Solumedrol pumped into an IV. The next morning, I was sent home in a wheelchair. Unable to walk and barely had use of my arms. I had to continue IV treatment at home - but would it work? This, along with high doses of Prednisone, Neurontin and multiple other medications...I found myself two days later back in Emergency Room. This time, I nearly died.I had gone into Steroidal-induced seizures. I felt like a dying roach laying on a cold slab of steel. My legs and arms were shaking and jerking uncontrollably like leaves on a tree. This was definitely not supposed to happen. Had I waited much longer to go in, I may not have made it through morning. Disgusted, tired and filled full of anger, I wanted to die - until that day. When I saw death staring back at me.
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