Psychische problemen als creatieve aanpassing

Psychische problemen als creatieve aanpassing

Ben ik ziek?

Helaas worden we heel snel als ziek weg gezet op het moment dat we last hebben van bijvoorbeeld depressie of angsten. Maar ben je wel echt ziek? Is de manier waarop we met het leven omgaan niet gewoon een creatieve aanpassing van ons systeem om te deal met de verborgen stukken die we liever niet onder ogen willen zien? Waarom wordt ons systeem als ziek bestempeld terwijl het enige wat het doet is jou helpen om het verschil tussen jou binnen wereld en de verwachtingen die jij van jezelf hebt of die de omgeving van jou heeft te overbruggen?

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Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life One day however a small line.

  1. Impenetrable foliage of my trees, and but a few stray gleams.
  2. A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul.
  3. I should be incapable of drawing a single stroke at the present moment.

I am so happy, my dear friend, so absorbed in the exquisite sense of mere tranquil existence, that I neglect my talents. I should be incapable of drawing a single stroke at the present moment and yet.

Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarks.

  • Impenetrable foliage of my trees, and but a few stray gleams.
  • A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul.
  • I should be incapable of drawing a single stroke at the present moment. 

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  • Impenetrable foliage of my trees, and but a few stray gleams.
  • A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul.
  • I should be incapable of drawing a single stroke at the present moment.

 The bedding was hardly able to cover it

The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked.

“What’s happened to me?” he thought. It wasn’t a dream. His room, a proper human” although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin.

He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language and ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place. One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide.

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