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Others Could Not Heal Or Cure My Bipolar, Multiple Sclerosis, Migraines, Psoriasis, And Psoriatic Arthritis.

Cure My BipolarI am staring at a small stack of appointment reminders. My spare time is spent with my team of doctors. This team has prescribed dozens of medications over that past decades.

Currently, I am taking 13 medications divided into 24 pills to be consumed throughout the day. For each doctor I visit I hand in my medication list, and give out copies of my latest blood test results. It is exhausting to keep up with it all.

My doctors were satisfied with my maintenance medication plan. There was never any talk to streamline my medications. These medications provided enough stability and that was their goal. They never had a plan to cure or heal me – I was incurable.

Even though I had all sorts of side effects from my medications, it was decided that these were the pills for me to take daily. If I could cope with the medications and it was keeping my stable than that was considered a success.

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Multiple Sclerosis Took Away My Coordination. I Could No Longer Juggle, Until I Could.

Multiple Sclerosis A year after my MS attack my coordination remained very poor.   Before then, I was a decent juggler — I could juggle five balls and three clubs. Juggling required the ability to throw a ball or club into a specific spot. Throwing anything with my left arm was a challenge, trying to throw anything to a specific spot was impossible.

During this time I frequently had vertigo when bending over. When I juggled it was natural for me to drop things occasional and vertigo had to be avoided. My body had lost the ability to juggle. The body was badly damaged from the MS, I had to say goodbye to juggling. I sold my good clubs and gave away the other props.

About 10 years have passed since my MS (Multiple Sclerosis).   Juggling was a distant memory that wouldn’t be revisited, the body is too damaged.

This past weekend I attended Radical Adventure Day (RAD2014) in New York City. It was part adventure, scavenger hunt, and networking event. My new friend Michael Roderick that I met in LA at the Instigator Experience was running this event. It sounded like fun and signed right up.

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How I Cured Myself of Bipolar

cured myself of bipolarI recently wrote an article that was featured on a website known as The Real Us. I talk about how I cured myself of bipolar.

Check it out here!

But first, here’s a brief excerpt:

I am bipolar type 1.

I am male.

I am fat.

I am angry.

I am happy.

I am sad.

I am fearful.

But am I really any of those things?

When I was a prisoner to my mind, I believed all my thoughts were true. When I heard and believed that I was bipolar, I then read all I could about bipolar.

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Confessions From A Thought Addict

Confessions From A Thought AddictHello, I’m Sam. This is my first meeting. I have a confession, I am a thought addict.

With bipolar I often read about the stigma associated with mental illness and believed that I was to act a certain way to prove that I am not dependable. With MS I often read about fatigue and then I developed a belief that I was supposed to be tired all the time. For every ailment or symptom that I was experiencing my mind convinced me to go read about it. After I read about a particular ailment and the potential issues with that ailment — strangely my mind adopted that opinion as its own.

When I looked around the world, my mind had a story about what it saw. My thoughts were non-stop with commentary. Being a thought addict, I clung to the commentary as the truth. I was one with my thoughts. I was blissfully unaware that I was a slave to the mind.

The mind would often bark orders, and as a faithful servant I would carry out those orders.

“Look at those sexy people on TV! You are fat, go to the gym!”

“Look at him, he is smarter than you. He knows more about this disease than you. You should go study more!”

“The doctor said that you are mentally ill. You are unworthy and undependable! Why do you bother to continue to live? You should go kill yourself!”

I pushed myself to go the gym.

I read all I could about my ailments.

I almost died.

I had enough of the mental noise, but what could I do? I was a thought junkie.

I began to look around, and kept myself open to possibilities. I simply knew there had to be a way out from my suffering without killing myself.

The universe, God, source, or whatever you wish to call the higher intelligence is always providing a way to get out from the thought addiction. Being an addict I was simply too caught up in the mental noise to notice.

One night I had a paranormal experience that I could not logically explain.
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The universe was always trying to get my attention – but I failed to notice. I read some books to try to figure it out.

One day I read about meditation. There was one benefit that screamed out to me “Inner Peace!”

I fought off the mind when I tried meditation. The mind wanted to remain in control and it constantly barked out orders. The order it loved to bark out during this time “You’re wasting your time. It’s a better use of your time to _________. Go do that instead!” Catch up on the news, catch up on the Walking Dead, play video games, etc.

I’m liberated! I beat the thought addiction!

It didn’t happen overnight, but it did happen when I gave myself time to practice meditation. I started with 5 minutes a day and after several months I was up to 20 minutes. Then one day, I simply knew “all is well.” Then the mind shifted and became very, very quiet then a miraculous healing occurred. After this day I had no more symptoms, I moved onto the next phase — recovery.

When are you going to practice?

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Heal Multiple Sclerosis Naturally With Yoga And Meditation

Heal Multiple Sclerosis Naturally With Yoga And MeditationApril 2004, I find myself confined to a hospital bed in the neurological wing of University of Pennsylvania Hospital in Philadelphia, PA.   I am unable to walk, the left side of my body is numb, I can barely see – the left eye is jumping around and the right eye is blurry, I notice that swallowing is a challenge,  and they put in a Foley last night since I cannot pee.

Two weeks early, I was normal. I attended the Phillies home opener in their new stadium.  A few days after attending the game I had the worst headache of my life. I had a history of migraines but this one felt different and I knew something was seriously wrong. I called my neurologist and he said it may be a migraine and gave me a stronger pain killer to take.  That night my wife and I decided that I should be checked out at the ER at the local hospital.  The ER doctor ordered a CAT scan, which came back negative. The ER doctor told me to follow-up with my neurologist.

The weekend was spent suffering.  I saw my neurologist on Monday and he didn’t see anything obviously wrong.  He ordered an MRI which I had done the following day.  By Wednesday, he was calling me into the office.   I am going to be spending a little time in the hospital.   When I arrived at his office he did a spinal tap, and he admitted me to the hospital for additional testing.  During this time I get a few more MRI’s of the brain and scans of the spine, an EEG, and lots of blood work.

On the last day of the month of April, a lone doctor walks in.  Normally it is a team, the doctor plus 7 to 8 residents.   He looks me over a bit and says “The results came back from your spinal tap.  It has revealed that you have oligoclonal bands (Protein in the spinal fluid).  Based on these results and the results of your other tests you have Multiple Sclerosis.”  Then he promptly leaves the room,  and I lay there trying to comprehend what he said….”I have MS.”

My bipolar has been stable for the past 10 years, and this day it was shattered.   I quickly fell into a deep depression with crying spells wondering why me!  What did I do to deserve this!  I died that day, life was over.

After the diagnosis I am transferred to a rehab facility within a few days.    When I arrive at the rehab center, the social worker mentions what I knew of the disease.  I told her that I knew nothing, and then she said that she would get me some information.  The blurred vision was starting to diminish — the left eye was still jumping around.  I could read a little, and all the information she gave me talked about an 80% percent chance of being confined to a wheelchair in 10 years.   Not to mention all the other patients talking about who they knew with MS that was confined to a wheelchair.  This only added to my depression.

At the time of discharge I was able to walk a short distance with a walker, but grew tired very easy.   A month after the initial attack the body was starting to settle down from the initial MS attack.

I frequently heard that MS was “incurable.”  For the next seven years I am able to cope with the roller coaster called MS with more good days than bad days.  It was scary to wake up each morning, not knowing how you were going to function that day.

I watched a lot of news and TV which is fear based and that became my default mindset. It became impossible to be free when I lived in fear.

I grew sick and tired of being sick and tired – my life was hell and I wanted a cure.

Seven years after being diagnosed, I rediscovered life without fear.   I had a profound shift on how I saw things.   By using meditation, yoga and some practices that I developed,   I became free from the mind.   Then something amazing happened, I healed.  Ten years have passed and no wheelchair. I realize how fortunate that I am.