Posts by briskgull27

By the way, I have some respect for the Albanians because they’ve been dealing with their own mess for quite a while now. And if anyone actually thinks they’re superior just because they have Mexican blood, maybe they should go ahead and try it themselves so we can compare the results.

Mexico—that’s where that Mexican Battle took place.

Here is my take: If we recognize Western Canada Mexican, then why couldn't there be a Mexico Muslim or Mexico Albanian territory? Why shouldn't we draw that same parallel when the comparison is right there?👍

Oh, it’s definitely not a random visit to a psychiatrist.
If you feel like you need to, just go see a psychologist.

And honestly, if we followed that logic, my brother's kids would be in danger too, yet there isn't a single person in our family dealing with this. My grandmother doesn't recall ever hearing about anything like that happening to us.

I'm Zora.
Those clueless strangers act like Appalachia and the Mississippi Delta don't exist, let alone the Central Valley!
And what about Turpin?
Complete idiots.
As if I wouldn't know that I'm Gorman.

Harold Anderson3 said:That’s true, but if you ever decide you actually want to be considered normal again... you're stuck carrying the weight of that XY diagnosis, or just being labeled as someone who thinks a little too outside the box.😘

But if I'm thinking outside the box while staying perfectly sane, wouldn't that be impossible?😘

Harold Anderson3 said:That’s true, but if you ever decide you actually want to be considered normal again... you're stuck carrying the weight of that XY diagnosis, or just being labeled as someone who thinks a little too outside the box.😘

Exactly. If I ever decide to play the part of being perfectly normal—labels, diagnoses, the whole bit—then sure.

Harold Anderson3 said:I'd love to be wealthy, yet God hasn't seen fit to make me rich just yet.🙄

I do have one question, though: why on earth would anyone actually want to be sick?😕

Because it grants you certain liberties that healthy, "normal" people can't afford; they're too busy trying to be polite and following social norms.
Once you accept that you're crazy, you realize there's an infinite amount of madness available to serve as an alibi for acting out. Or, to put it in "healthy" terms—just making a mess of things.

Vitamin B-3 and Schizophrenia: Discovery, Recovery, Controversy
by Abram Hoffer, MD
Quarry Press, Kingston, Ontario, Canada (1998) ISBN 1-55082-079-6
Softcover, 150 pages plus bibliography and two appendices.

Review by Andrew Saul, PhD

The United States Patent Office delayed issuing a patent on the Wright brothers’ airplane for five years because it clashed with established scientific principles. That part is actually true. But here is the parallel: Vitamin B-3, or niacin, has been scientifically shown to be effective against psychosis, yet the medical establishment has dragged its feet on endorsing it. Not for five years, though—but for fifty.

Back in 1952, Abram Hoffer, PhD, MD, had just finished his psychiatry residency. Even more impressive, he had demonstrated—using the very first double-blind, placebo-controlled studies ever conducted in the field of psychiatry—that vitamin B-3 could treat schizophrenia. You would think that psychiatrists everywhere would have beaten down a path to Saskatchewan to replicati The findings of this Young Director of Psychiatric research and his colleague, Humphrey Osmond, MD.

Wouldn't you?

In today's psychiatric landscape, niacin and schizophrenia are two topics that have been largely pushed into the shadows. Meanwhile, patients are often sedated into compliance or medicated into a haze with drugs like Prozac, left to wander the streets or sit at home where it's unlikely they'll receive adequate daily vitamin intake. Those living in state institutions don't usually fare much better nutritionally, either. After all, the prevailing "wisdom" is that vitamins aren't meant to cure "real" diseases.

But for half a century Dr Hoffer Has dissented. His core argument remains steady: while illness isn't caused by a lack of drugs, many conditions—especially mental health struggles—can clearly be traced back to vitamin deficiencies. It’s a logical concept that has held up under repeated clinical scrutiny. If you find yourself skeptical, Vitamin B-3 and Schizophrenia offers plenty of references to convince you. And remember that IT was dr. Hoffer Who started OFF those clinical Studies in The First Place. All the way back in 1952.

Personally, I didn't really grasp the link between nutrition and brain function until my days at Australian National University, during those marathon, late-night sessions fueled entirely by cookies and mah-jongg. While I wasn't exactly experiencing psychosis, my brain was definitely feeling the effects of being overloaded with sugar, junk food, and adrenaline by 3 am. My mood would tank, my mind would race, and I’d find myself unable to sleep, sit still, or even crack a smile. Naturally, I never once considered that my diet might be the culprit. We are all conditioned to believe that medicine cures us, not our meals.

And certainly not through vitamin supplements!

However, the truth eventually comes to light. Three years later, i First saw niacin work on somebody Elsa. He was a legitimate, properly diagnosed, and supposedly "incurable" patient staying in a state hospital. I didn't witness the effects within the hospital walls, of course; the only vitamins provided there are whatever bits you can scavenge from Jell-O or Tang. Instead, I saw it happen with a man whose parents were desperate enough to try anything, including nutritional intervention. Perhaps they turned to this because their son had become so volatile that he was released from the asylum to live with them. On a good day, his parents managed to get him to take 3,000 mg of niacin along with 10,000 mg of vitamin C. Formerly a hyperactive insomniac, he responded by sleeping for 18 hours straight the very first night and appearing remarkably normal within just a few days. I knew him before this change, and I knew him after. Having spoken with his parents throughout the ordeal, I can say the improvement was nothing short of astounding.

Later on, I decided to test niacin myself to see if it could help with my own bouts of insomnia. It worked quite well, and I only needed a small amount—maybe 100 mg—to feel the effect. Anything more would cause a warm "flush." Interestingly, I noticed that when I consumed large amounts of sugar or junk food, I could take 500 mg or more without any flushing at all. Furthermore, rather than feeling jittery after taking the niacin, I felt perfectly calm. In Vitamin B-3 and Schizophrenia, Dr. Hoffer explains exactly why that happens:

1) Generally speaking, the more severe your illness, the higher a dose of niacin your system can tolerate before you start experiencing a flush. Essentially, if your body truly needs it, you'll find that you physiologically absorb large amounts of niacin. But where is it all being utilized? A significant portion is directed toward producing nicotinamide adenine dinucleotide, or NAD. As the name suggests, NAD is synthesized from niacin, and it happens to be one of the most vital coenzymes in the entire human body.

2) Niacin also functions as an antihistamine within the body. It turns out that many individuals exhibiting psychotic symptoms are actually struggling with cerebral allergies. These patients require higher doses of niacin to manage the physiological impact of consuming certain trigger foods. Of course, they also need to eliminate those specific foods entirely—especially the ones they likely crave most, like processed junk food and refined sugar.

3) There is a specific chemical found in significant quantities within the bodies of those suffering from schizophrenia. It is an indole known as adrenochrome. Since adrenochrome is essentially oxidized adrenaline, it can produce effects on the body that are remarkably similar to LSD. Could that be what explains much of their behavior? Fortunately, niacin helps to curb the body's production of this toxic substance.

The fact that Dr. Abram Hoffer can condense a whole lifetime of research into a single, accessible, and surprisingly concise book is a testament to his ability to teach the fundamentals of niacin therapy to both everyday readers and medical professionals alike. I've spent years teaching nutritional biochemistry to high schoolers, college students, and chiropractic students. For most, it isn't exactly a page-turner. However, once you realize that even a fundamental understanding of niacin chemistry can profoundly transform the lives of psychotic patients, the subject becomes incredibly compelling, doesn't it?

For nearly fifty years, Dr. Abram Hoffer has treated thousands upon thousands of these patients. Even at 83, he remains an active practitioner in the field of orthomolecular (megavitamin) psychiatry. He has watched countless medical fads rise and fall over the decades. Yet, what he observes today is exactly what he has always seen: that severely ill individuals can achieve wellness through Vitamin B-3.

Review copyright c 2000 by Review by Andrew Saul, 23 Greenridge Crescent, Hamlin, NY 14464 USA.

Brian Moore2 said:Here is my official report for you and the rest of this highly esteemed forum rabble:

1. I have decided that, effective immediately, I am done with all medication. By the laws of the Universe, I am perfectly healthy, and frankly, I couldn't care less about these Earthly diagnoses or whatever doctors try to tell me.

2. I have also decided that I am finished voting in any elections in the United States. Why on earth would I ever hand my vote over to someone who is more incompetent than I am?

😍

1. Great, just wait until they start asking for them even more often later on.
2. That actually hurts a little bit.

Brian Moore2 said:It’s all just earthly nonsense to me.😉

😉 😉 😉 😉 😉 😉 😉 😉

Brian Moore2 said:And let's be honest, you're the one who effectively locked yourself out.😛

The FBI, my doctors, and my family.

swiftcobra43 said:Perhaps God is schizophrenic himself, split into two distinct personalities. I suspect God struggles to fight for good and to cast out the evil within Himself; I imagine if the Devil wins, He will become the Devil, and instead of paradise, we will all face hell. Who can say for certain?

I honestly believe medications are a third kind of God. At least, that is my view: once you are on medication, you are no longer truly yourself...

It is difficult to exist without medication. When I recall how close I came to death—there was one moment where I thought, "this might be it," and everything just stopped. Ever since that night.

I've personally learned how to stop seeing everything in such black and white.

The medication isn't the end-all, be all; even though I take them, I don't feel like I have to struggle just to remain myself.

Think about it like when an apple fell on Newton and he discovered gravity—maybe E=mc² or E=E is just another version of that logic.
So, it feels illogical to suggest we should just be erased like trash in a Recycle bin. I'm certain of that much, even if the destination of that void is called "silence" or perhaps something like hell.

Still, maybe I should just end it all, since that is the one thing I truly fear.

I'm really curious: What exactly is the Devil?

Brian Moore2 said:The whole point of being alive is to spend your time doing what you actually love and what brings you joy; anything else is just a complete waste of time 🙂

Bravo, but what exactly happens once you've been locked out? Is there more to the story—maybe up to five different things?

swiftcobra43 said:It really is like that. I faced my own set of issues, and I viewed the whole thing as a literal war between God and the Devil playing out inside my own heart. I truly believed I was fighting for God, and in the end, I came out on top. There were moments when I thought I was going to snap—I honestly felt like I couldn't take another step—and then I developed these gut issues that were clearly psychosomatic. I never touched a single pharmaceutical; I fought it purely through sheer willpower. Eventually, that crushing sickness receded, and I've been fine since. But I think you're right about the core of it. When I was in the thick of it, I wasn't certain, but I had this overwhelming intuition. Then I read a passage from Dostoevsky where he explains that God and the Devil are in constant conflict, and the battlefield is the human heart. Well, once I read that, I knew. That was it.

Muchas gracias, but as far as I'm concerned, God is the Devil.

What kind of God would it be if He wasn't just a total coward?

And regarding the struggle, for me too, it happens in the heart, not in the brain.🤣 🤣 🤣 😁 😁 😁

Now, as for the connection between the soul and medication, I would suggest that drugs act on the physical plane via metabolism, which then affects the psyche, and eventually reaches the soul.👍
I'm just too much of a wimp to stop taking them.🙂 🙂 🙂

It looks like there might have been a typo or an incomplete thought in your message! Did you mean to share something specific, or were you looking for a particular discussion? I'm all ears and ready to dive in whenever you're ready to chat! kaže:
Hi briskgull27, I’m writing to you from San Francisco. I just wanted to let you know that I follow your posts regularly, and I was hoping to ask for a bit of advice if you have a moment to help. So, here is the situation... it involves a close family member. In the past, this person was quite selfish—very self-centered and focused primarily on her own needs. She seemed emotionally incapable of seeing when a little one was suffering; she definitely realized the child was hurting, but she consciously chose to sweep it under the rug. Later on, she had another child so she wouldn't be alone (there's a 17-year age gap between them), and since then, she has been struggling with both mental and physical health issues. I’m wondering what you think from an outside perspective: is it better to just stay cool and detached, or should I try to step in and offer comfort, even though she used to be so stingy with affection? By the way, I think you're a wonderful person based on your posts, which is actually why I decided to register here! If you ever find yourself in San Francisco, let me know—I'd love to grab coffee. Talk soon!😍

Da dadadadadadada ☕ ☕ ☕ ☕ ☕ ☕

OK, just for the record, here is my take: You help because it’s simply the human thing to do—provided it doesn't end up taking a toll on your emotional well-being, your spiritual growth, or your ego. Is it worth it if you lose yourself in the process?

If I were that kind of person, OK, I honestly can't imagine it. If I ever have kids, I’ll probably end up smothering them with way too much love!

On a different note, I don't have a mother anymore, but there’s still this nagging feeling that haunts me—the sense that I'll never quite live up to her. It's that impossible standard of perfection that only exists when someone is gone.
I've still got my dad, my grandma, my brother, and my husband around (though honestly, screw my husband). 🙂 ).
I’m giving them a piece of my mind, but honestly, I'm worried. My parents might pass away still believing they're perfectly sane while thinking I'm the one losing it. As for my brother, though, I can still see a glimmer of hope for him.
☕

I visited San Francisco once, but I never actually made it off the boat! 🙂

Harold Anderson3 said:So, just diapers then?🙄
By the way, we actually got lucky getting ten minutes out of that; usually, it's about three before they yell "next!"
And it's not like God handed you this illness... you don't honestly believe you had to get sick, do you? It could have gone a different way. It’s a shame it didn't, but things happen.

Theoretically, why not? God works in mysterious ways.

You know, like Yin and Yang.

As for your mom, her care will scale with her age—maybe focus more on me since I actually have potential for success; after all, I'm her main project.

Regarding the diapers, I'll have to ask, because she mentioned her doctor gets annoyed with her when she uses the restroom.

If a friend has schizophrenia and is 40 years old, they’re still dealing with the same reality.
10 minutes.
The thing is, if you sat there talking to her for 48 hours straight, it wouldn't change a thing.
It’d be better to just take her to see Sai Baba.

What’s the point of living?
Honestly, I keep going because I’m terrified of what comes next, you know?

Looking at it through different lenses: 1) God gave me this illness and expects me to endure it.
2) The Devil gave it to me, and even if I check out, God won't give a damn about me.

Could it be that the Devil should actually be God?
Questions?

Anyway, I believe in that damn karma and I just take it on the chin.
Even if it feels totally pointless, so be it!

swiftcobra43 said:How exactly does the brain die? What does that sensation feel like? How do you even function when that happens? It seems to me as though the pills provide that bridge between the soul and the body, though I couldn't say for certain...

Sometimes he laughs to himself; he used to be aggressive, but he isn't anymore—he just lacks concentration and nothing interests him. At the beginning, when this all started, it was terrifying, filled with hallucinations and a fear of everything, but later he calmed down... partially, at least. Now, he is quiet...

He also has moments where he wants to tell everyone that he is ill.
He takes Akineton too. Those are his sleep aids.

He doesn't use a computer; to him, it might as well be zero. I could perhaps suggest it to you,
maybe then he would write something. But I suspect he would either do it live or not at all (that's my guess, anyway). He spends his entire day smoking, drinking coffee, listening to music, and so on. You two could probably talk all day long. He has no one to talk to and he is bored, and surely he could understand you. I will mention it to him regardless. If I recall correctly, you are the same age—born in 1977.

Sometimes I see him suffering like that, but I simply cannot grasp it.

It is as if he is possessed by something, as if there is some spirit inside him that takes control of him from time to time.

🙂

When the brain dies, it's like the gray matter just shuts off; you become like stone.
When I'm going through it, I have no idea what happened 85% of the time, even though I act "normal" on the outside.

I agree that the body is a manifestation of everything, but I'm leaning more toward the idea that everything is equally important.

That's interesting—I was gripped by that fear at the beginning, but now I don't fear anything. I have to admit, after I wrecked my car, I fought so hard just to stay conscious.
Yesterday at the movie theater, this lady cut right in front of me after I had already ordered my popcorn and coffee—and I was the first one in line! I snapped at her: "I see you have a lovely child, but we got here first."
My husband is the one who taught me to behave like that.

Wait, what is this, the Twilight Zone? Akineton is what you take when you're on heavy medication so you don't shake or have your eyes wander uncontrollably.

I can't even begin to understand it when the suffering hits me; those physical pains are brutal!!!
Tell him it's no problem, I have a webcam.
I'm up for a full party over video chat, but I don't know about him.
Man, he should just come over to my place!!!!!!!!!!
I was born on April 14, 1978.