Buddhism and chanting Buddha have magical effects on depression-simple experience!
Original author: Valley Miko
I found that chanting has a great magical effect on treating depression. That kind of unspeakable beauty is really unpredictable and unimaginable. This is my personal experience. Please read my words patiently. I suggest you try it yourself. Feel it with a solemn attitude and a sincere heart! It must work.
I am a depressed patient for many years, and now I feel good after I fully recover. Besides work, I can do housework easily and hum songs happily without feeling tired at all. When I am sick, when I do housework, I feel very tired. I often don't want to clean. My home is always dirty and I am anxious. My clothes must be washed. I don't want to wash them. The floor needs to be wiped, and things are everywhere. What a mess. I hate not being a woman. If I were a good woman, I should clean my home. But my health is really disappointing. I am upset, dizzy, bloated and listless every day. I feel uncomfortable here or there. People are listless all day, especially tired, and can't sleep well at night. I always yawn and feel dizzy during the day. Don't want to stand when you can sit, and don't want to sit when you can lie down. In fact, I don't want to "sink" like this. I have repeatedly told myself to be strong and cheer up, but I have no ability to overcome it. This is not based on my will. I can't control myself. I always feel that my heart is willing but my strength is weak. The body is like a body stripped of its soul, wandering around the world like a walking corpse, and its hands and feet are not its own and have no effect. I can't tell you how bitter it is! These days are really hard, and the past is unbearable.
Over the years, I am unwilling to give in to fate, active treatment, multi-pronged, physical exercise, diet adjustment, repeated circulation of Chinese and Western medicine, and I have not surrendered to this stubborn disease. I don't know what terminal illness I have. I feel helpless and want to cry. 0 1, finally found a famous expert in psychiatry in a big hospital and made the most correct diagnosis-depression. Finally, I decided to take Prozac, and he made me insist on taking the medicine for a long time. I respect "teaching" and dare not neglect it at all. In the past three years, I have eaten Prozac on time and in quantity, and spent more than 10 thousand, but I still feel a little uncomfortable. I am not a healthy person, so I don't want to do anything, I am lazy, and I feel hard at work and housework. I feel depressed from time to time, and I have read many articles on psychological counseling. I also remember many inspirational quotes, good theories and life lessons, which filled the whole chest, but they were of little use at critical moments. Once you encounter a small "setback", just like Lei Feng, you throw away the good idea of "seeing more about the world, broadening your horizons, being selfless and benefiting others", and you still have a mean heart and your mood drops instantly.
"I can't find a place to step on when I wear iron shoes, and I don't have to work hard to get it." Now I take time out to chant Buddhist scripture every day and change my old appearance. I was impressed to say goodbye for three days. Many physical problems have been miraculously eliminated, and I have become a healthy and normal person with an open mind. My husband was surprised to see that my mood and spirit changed so much after chanting, and then he was very interested. Now he also believes in Buddhism. He also takes some time out of his busy schedule to recite the scriptures every day. He said that every time he recited the scriptures, he felt indescribable comfort and spirit, and he didn't feel tired all day. If he didn't chant Buddhist scripture that day, he really felt as uncomfortable as missing a meal.
Chanting scriptures really has a magical effect on treating depression.
I think it can be reasonably explained from the perspective of science or superstition. From the superstitious point of view, chanting more scriptures is to eliminate karma, and increasing merit can help you eliminate all diseases and pains, which cannot be considered. From a scientific point of view, when you read the scriptures word for word, your nervous system is in a state of considerable concentration. Without a high degree of concentration, it is difficult to read the scriptures smoothly. Your brain must get rid of all distractions. Your voice and breath keep pouring out of your mouth, throat and abdomen ... what a harmonious nerve movement. I think this "process" is a rest of the nervous system. Wonderful!
When chanting, your nervous system is constantly adjusting, massaging, increasing immunity and secreting neurotransmitters that you usually lack, and then you will unconsciously transition to a stable and balanced normal state. If you insist on chanting, your thoughts will be completely eliminated, and you will feel how narrow and persistent you used to be. At this time, calm down, and the things that come out of your mind are classics. The more you taste, the more enjoyable you are. I can't bear to worry about the future and fate. That's how I feel now, and so is my husband. He also told me yesterday that when he was waiting for the bus, the sentence in the Bible popped up in his mind: everything happens for a reason. Like a bubble of dreams. Such as dew is also like electricity. We should look at it this way. . . . I call practicing Buddhism and chanting Buddhism a shortcut to the recovery of the nervous system.
Inadvertently chanting, the natural ideal goal has been achieved-your brain headquarters has been adjusted to a vibrant, healthy and normal state.
It is no longer a failed headquarters. It is healthy and strong, so you don't need to learn theory, relax, untie your heart and do those thankless psychological consultations, because it is immune, it can put an end to all "mental diseases", it can be controlled freely, needless to say, it has the ability to tame depressed bad horses freely, it is the master, it is no longer a slave, and it is no longer allowed to be bad.
Friends, do you think my analysis is correct? This is the crystallization of my long-term exploration of depression patients for more than ten years.
All the Buddhist friends I know are open-minded and generous, never haggle over every ounce, and their mental state is excellent. Their lives are very happy and their careers are very successful. Chanting is a compulsory course for them every day.
Now, I finally understand why people often say that practicing Buddhism can cure diseases that hospitals can't. I have learned many such examples from the internet and life. It's just that I've never paid attention. I believe in science and I believe in hospitals very much. I have always believed in "death"-the greatness of medicine is immeasurable and unparalleled. I've been taking Prozac for nearly three years, and it costs several hundred yuan a month!
I want to make it clear here that I am not telling my friends not to believe in medicine. Those who should take medicine should take medicine as usual, and those who are sick should go to the hospital. But for some chronic diseases that have not recovered after long-term treatment in the hospital, don't refuse to take medicine. For example, some of our patients with depression really took a lot of medicine! How is your health? Are you fully recovered? No. So we should listen to other people's "prescriptions" for physical recovery, at least try it, and don't deny it at the beginning, right? )
In the past, when my neighbors saw that I was in poor health, they told me many times to practice Buddhism, saying that chanting scriptures had special benefits for my health, but I never took it seriously and just smiled. I really regret waking up too late and acting too late. During the period, I ate a lot, suffered a lot, understood best, and broke a lot of money. The traditional Chinese medicine I eat can be pulled by a scooter, and countless old Chinese medicine practitioners have come to see me. Stubborn depression still torments me wantonly.
Depressed friends, act quickly. If the condition is serious, you can take medicine while chanting Buddha until you reach a stable state, and you can stop taking the medicine.
Depression has been painful for ten years, thanks to the incredible Tibetan Scripture, which saved me from the brink of death!
Ten years of depression, want to commit suicide every day.
In the fifth grade, when I was 1 1 years old, I took sleeping pills once, fainted, was found by my neighbors, and was pumped to save my life; When I was 20 years old, I couldn't stand it because my mother had a bad mouth. I scratched my wrist twice and got six stitches. What's more, this decade of adolescence, setbacks and family misfortunes, all kinds of pain and suffering, is just like struggling in the mire every day. I can't stand the slightest thing and want to die. Watching parents quarrel, scold and fight since childhood, the whole family is depressed because of contradictions.
A lot has happened at home. At the age of eight, grandpa died of stomach cancer and was tortured to skin and bones. /kloc-When I was 0/7 years old, my grandmother also died of esophageal cancer. My parents are under great mental pressure, and my children grew up in this depressed family. Junior high school was squeezed out by classmates and had no friends. He was insulted and slapped by bad girls in public, and often beaten and scolded by his mother at home. In adolescence, he finally broke out and began to compete with his mother, making the family more depressed and uncomfortable. And I also started a long career of depression, gloomy adolescence, hate everything, and believe that only anger and sharpness can protect me.
The university lived in a damp dormitory, and its health began to deteriorate until it was too weak to speak. I lost sleep for a year and lost a lot of hair. Later, although insomnia recovered, I still often dreamed of dirty places, dead bodies in the underworld and so on.
When you don't believe in Buddhism, you will be awakened by Amitabha in a nightmare. But at that time, I came into contact with Taoism and Chinese medicine, and gradually began to believe in the existence of ghosts and gods, and I remained in awe of everything. I don't know when to quarrel with them again, but I want to jump down the stairs. I didn't have a job for more than a year, but thanks to my boyfriend who took care of me when I was depressed and upset, we read, wrote and chatted together. He taught me to follow my parents, not to talk back to them, and to call them again to apologize and relax. Even if I slap him in the face in anger and make him temporarily deaf, I will forgive me.
For me, he cooks and washes clothes, tolerates me and loves me. Thank him, my benefactor! In his warmth, my selfish, indifferent and gloomy heart gradually melted, and I knew what giving was, that I had to understand the hardships of my parents, and that it was not easy to live in a foreign country. I began to face my heart gradually, but when I was depressed and upset, I was still selfish and hurtful. I have a bad mouth, and I will attack my boyfriend and hurt each other. At the beginning of June 2009 165438+ 10, we arrived at the Baima Temple in Luoyang. Although I don't believe in Buddhism, I still have respect for temples and worship Buddha and Bodhisattva. In temples and Longmen Grottoes, I experienced tranquility and peace. I've been in poor health, but I'm not tired after walking for more than two hours-you know, I'm a person who can only breathe on my chest every day. When I went back to my residence, I read on the Internet that reading Tibetan scriptures was good for the dead, because at that time I often dreamed of going back to my childhood house and seeing my grandmother. In my dream, I was kind and scared. I thought: At least it didn't hurt, but it was better for the dead.
In February of 65438+, I began to chant Buddhist scripture. Although I was a stranger, my mind was full of distractions, my manners were a bit chaotic, I didn't believe in Buddhism, and I was still a meat wine. But after studying for seven or eight days, when I woke up one morning, I seemed to dream that my grandmother smiled at me. Since then, I have never dreamed of her old man's house.
Later, my boyfriend collected the enlightenment of the old monk Xu Yun. I read the scriptures and he reads. Somehow, both of them gradually became Buddhists. A natural process. At that time, my hair didn't fall off, and my chest didn't seem so stuffy, but I don't think it was the role of Tibetan scriptures. Depression is still serious. Once something goes wrong, it is unbearable and easy to be anxious, worried and afraid. Vent your bad feelings with the people closest to you. You can't control it, and you will regret it afterwards. At the beginning of 20 10, I went back to my parents' house and was frustrated in finding a job. But I was surprised to find: I don't want to die! In the past, nothing as depressing as finding a job made me want to commit suicide. But I have read twenty or thirty Tibetan scriptures intermittently this year, and I don't want to commit suicide! This discovery surprised me. Moreover, from February 20 10, I was released, and I began to volunteer in April, all to change my luck. Later, I met a great Chinese doctor. Through his students, I met a very pure, solemn and compassionate monk. Master told me to read 600 Tibetan scriptures. She saw at a glance that my fortune was bad and all kinds of hidden personality defects showed that I couldn't find a good one even if I got a job. Seeing my distractions, Master told me that I must meditate on Amitabha in my heart and surrender my distractions. Master said that although the present job is manual work, it is beneficial. Because I am not suitable for thinking, I want to be clean. In this way, I began to read the Tripitaka, twice a day, insisted on being a vegetarian, let go, and replaced my troubled thoughts with the holy name of Amitabha. When I read more than 100 Tibetan scriptures, I tried my best to suppress my delusions and gradually found that my body and mind began to get healthy. Manual labor also makes me strong, and I won't be tired when I walk a long way. Although I don't earn much money, I will let it out when I have time, and my relationship with my parents will be eased. And I went to the temple and worshipped Confessions of Liang Huangbao twice, which was a turning point in my life. The first time I went to Boshan Zhengjue Temple to worship the confession of Liang Huangbao. I met a compassionate brother who gave me free online consultation and medical treatment. After taking the medicine for two months, the chest was obviously smooth and the liver depression was not so serious. After the second confession, I actually found a relatively easy job and learned something, which corresponds to my major. In less than a year, I have lived a normal life, got out of the haze and got along well with my parents. My boyfriend is also very happy with my change, and the atmosphere at home is obviously different. I feel that feng shui is much better, and my home is no longer dark and gloomy, and I don't feel so cold. My parents and I are all very happy. Although my mother had cancer and had an operation, her body was better than before. Her once dull and gloomy skin was conditioned by Chinese medicine, and she returned to her merits and became clear and white. Although I still swear and nag, I'm much better. I'll laugh it off and let it go. My mother has a good personality and seldom quarrels with my father. I will often talk to them about traditional culture and the actions of sages. Father began to like the way of Zhuangzi, and mother was more open-minded than before. I explained the benefits of not eating meat to my parents from the perspective of Chinese medicine and health preservation. I seldom eat meat at home, and I am a vegetarian. Although my boyfriend and I are separated because of work, we are emotionally better. Together or not together, it is the growth of * * * that supports us.
We don't approve of young people living together without marriage, because every step has to pay a price, and I don't know if the next step can bear it. Then protect yourself, refuse to live together before marriage, and refuse adultery.
Good boyfriends are hard to come by, but parents should be grateful for raising them for more than 20 years. Without the hard work and efforts of parents, there would be no growth of children.