Pain, depression and helplessness


Helplessness is produced when something that affects one isn’t comprehensible, predictable or controllable.

Unjustified chronic or recurrent discouragement or pain meet those conditions.

There is no adequate interpretative framework. The “when”, “how much”, “where” and “why” are not predictable, and the sufferer has no resources to control it.

The sufferer is not only helpless, but judged and convicted in a certain way because it’s considered that he has reached this situation by himself (genes and bad self-management). It’s also expected that the unprotected, given that he can’t overcome it, carries the situation with dignity and doesn’t disturb other’s good vibes.

The aching-discouraged person doesn’t understand what is happening. They are telling her she has nothing. There is no reason for wail and reluctance. It’s an impossible situation to overcome. Being well and feeling awful. That’s why the sufferer prefers doctors to find something, to give her disease labels. Labels that don’t contribute anything. They rather strengthen the helplessness. They contain the condition of the stigma, the unsolvable. They refer to past mistakes or mysterious ailments. The label relieves when it’s received, but mortgages in medium and long term. It precipitates the condition of disability (if successful in achieving it).

Pain and despair emerge in an unpredictable, chaotic way. The sufferer uses the breaks to get a fleeting breath of life before the suspicious eyes of the fellows that don’t understand how one can have the nerve to live with pain and apathetically. The brain participates in this condemnation and waits to the end of that break to apply the punishment for the ad lib of disease.

Sufferers are showered with remedies and tips, balms and encouragement, generally useless. The fellows are upset by the resistance to improvement and shrug with a clear conscience of having done everything in their power and with the suspicion that the sufferer is not “doing his part”.

The professionals are optimistic about themselves. They proclaim new remedies, spectacular advances. They show pictures of the brain, making the deficits and excesses blush.

The sufferer is confident, especially if she is a beginner in the condition. She tries everything with decreasing hope and money. Her suffering advances in direct proportion to what the promises of a solution are said to advance.

The body becomes the jailer of the sufferer. This person has become incompetent and dangerous, someone who should not be granted opportunities, as nothing good is expected seeing the status of the muscle-skeletal system, the serotonin, memory, energy and fellows.

Pain and discouragement are the hired assassins of a catastrophic brain who prefers to see the individual in a cage. The helplessness lets the cage doors be open. No guards are needed. The sufferer has resigned to flee. He only wants to be left in peace in his retreat, brooding his helpless condition in which nothing is understood, predicted or resolved.

It’s hard to push the helpless, make them see that they should react, try to understand, predict and control.

– It’s not a disease. It’s your brain. It has built an idea of a helpless, vulnerable, incompetent body. The brain is a virtual organ, like the immune system. They often see danger and failure where there isn’t. Don’t collaborate with them when they are wrong.

Defend youself.
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About arturo goicoechea

Born in Mondragón, Guipúzcoa, in 1946. Head of the Neurology Department at the Santiago Hospital in Vitoria (Álava), Spain. Published books: Jaqueca, 2004. Depresión y dolor, 2006. Cerebro y dolor (Esquemas en dolor neuropático) 2008. Migraña, una pesadilla cerebral, 2009.

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