Hello everyone!

Hope you’re benefiting from the free look at my system. Rest assured, I will share it all. The last three items I discussed all cost money. That can’t be avoided. They’re also the three most effective steps. But now we can get into the “freebie” zone. However, don’t get too relaxed. There will be costs to pay, but not in the form of cash.

I’ve shared www.truehope.com, www.omegabrite.com, and www.centerpointe.com. Employ the tools in these three companies and most of your troubles will evaporate for good.

Now I’d like to discuss the fourth most important step in my system “TORQUE BACK.” This step involves you taking care of the Temple. Your body. This actually breaks down into a few steps but this part of it is the simplest to do, though not the easiest.

You have to come clean. No booze, no beer, no smokes, no weed, no pain pills, no cough syrup, no trippin’, no dippin’, no cigars, no favorite pipe, and I’d think “no street drugs” would be obvious.

This may not even involve you. Maybe in your battle with your bipolar and/or depression, you are already living as clean as can be. Maybe you’re death afraid to add any more crap to the mix. Good for you. Stick with that. But I find many people who are disturbed in any way, tend to self-medicate in one fashion or another. Cripes, I know I did. Everything I could get my hands on.

And let me add, if you believe in nothing I say and plan on sticking with your meds, well, it is even more critical that you folks behave. You’re mixing toxins to create new and wondrous chemically-mutated compounds and pouring them onto an already unstable mind. You’re simply asking for trouble but you have the shuttle pass in your hand. You’ll get there a whole lot faster than the rest of us.

I picked drinking first because it’s one of the most common, legal self-medications but packs the most kick for self-destruction. When my mind felt like this:

And all I really wanted was this:

I would have myself 30 or 40 drinks like this:

And I’d end up getting a free courtesy ride to a place that looked pretty much like this:

Now, not everyone who drinks or is bipolar, ends up in jail. I happened to end up there drunk and crazy an awful lot. Getting hammered and thrown in the can is not such a rare thing in itself, but my situation always involved hellish visions, plots only I could understand, dark forces I had to fight, secret villains only I was aware of, and the desire to want everyone around me to believe in whatever insane mission I was on that night. Or, I might simply have wanted to kill everyone within reach with my bare hands. Those nights always were 50/50 with me.

I took a long way to say, alcohol messes with your mind as it is. Add it to the bipolar mind and you’re just begging for pain and disaster.

That’s just booze. Cigarettes will jack you so far out of shape it isn’t funny. You may think they’re innocuous but c’mon! Anyone over the age of 9 knows those things are stuffed full of all the goodness RJ Reynolds could fit in the stick. They are crammed full of chemicals. Hundreds of them. Many of which are usually found coming out of your car’s exhaust or the smoke stacks of your finer manufacturing plants worldwide.

Please understand. I’m not preaching or so damn proud of myself that I was able to walk away from it all. I’m not proud. Just relieved and grateful for my sanity. It wasn’t easy for me to go straight. There was a list of items I had to say goodbye to. Going clean was one of the hardest projects I’ve ever undertaken in my life and it took years to complete. But you must stay pure to stay sane. Sorry to break it to you if you thought otherwise. The bipolar mind is about a thousand times more sensitive to changes in its environment. Our gray matter is delicate, people. Has to be cared for just so.

Let’s hit on weed a moment. I so loved my pot smoking. I truly did. For a while that is. But towards the end, when it actually caused my first ginormous panic attack, it was getting old. Like when you get drunk but you’re not happy or you have a cigarette but your nerves are still on edge. Weed’s no different. I would get extremely high but be bored and pissed. It loses its luster over the years. You’re just too high to notice you’re not enjoying it for a bit.

I’ve talked to people who swear it makes them feel better, calmer, and helps them with their bipolar. Depending on where in the timeline of lifelong smoking they are, this might be true (for the moment). But even if that were the case, it won’t last. I guarantee you that. Guarantee it!

Nothing I say will dissuade these people. At the same time, they’re coming to me because their life is in a shambles. Their symptoms are still stronger than they’d like. They defend why their pot is not the reason, or a reason. All I can tell you is what my very first psychiatrist told me when I was trying to learn where my new, strange, and painful feelings were coming from:

Psyc: “You smoke a lot of weed?”
Me: “Yeah. About a shitload.”
Psych: “You do it to relieve stress?”
Me: “Yeah, my whole universe is stress.”
Psych: “Well, you’re gonna love this. The weed is causing your symptoms. THC is one of the worst exacerbators of bipolar there is. Want your symptoms and panic to stop? Let go of the weed.”

And he was right. Of course, that was not all that was causing my bipolar symptoms but I found that when I added weed back in, I got spanked hard by the Gods of Panic. So maybe now you know something you didn’t a moment ago. Weed does not belong in the bipolar or depressed person’s day. Even if it feels like a benefit in every possible way, you are only kidding yourself and delaying the huge fall that is coming your way. I say this with compassion.

Take care of your body and your mind will benefit. Take care of your body and feel the satisfaction that is born from a proactive mindset. Feel good about yourself in knowing that you are doing every single thing you can to repair your machine. Take care of your temple and your temple will return the favor. You will be calmer, happier, saner.

See ya guys,

Ken