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E-Articles - Damned If You Do - My Journey From Loathing To Love
Expert is not a title that I could claim in the field of love. Foolish might describe many of the turns I have taken on the road to practicing it. What is this intangible, so called chemical reaction that brings pleasure and pain alike? Is it only: whatever you want it to be? The warm blanket around my life that I call love is interwoven with thousands of colorful threads; invisible traces of each experience tha According to USFDA, a combination product is one composed of any combination of a drug and device; biological product and device; drug and biological product t made me rich. I can wrap
myself up in these succulent memories of family and friends and my sweetheart, and feel comforting moments when I most need it. I can revel in the ever-changing Today where footsteps of those I love tread lightly and light is left along our passing paths. It wasn’t always so. Once there was darkness enough to cause me to cry out in pain and fear. I look back only long enough to feel ; or drug, device, and biological product and fixed dose combination would include two or more combinations of drug. Examples of combination products may in the motivating revulsion of “where-I-never-will-be again.” I felt that the power of circumstance barred me from receiving the love that I needed and giving the love that was due. Can there be light without love? Is there for some, no comfort, none of this much-pondered word? I knew as a child how I wanted to be loved. I knew the dreams that sprang from my young heart of being held, nurtured and kissed; the lon lude drug-coated devices, drugs packaged with delivery devices in medical kits, and drugs and devices packaged separately but intended to be used together. ing for a sweet nighttime lullaby. I knew the attention I craved, the advantages I longed for, and the light that I longed to illuminate the lack. Were there cuddles and kisses goodnight and sweet words and songs? Not that I can conjure in memory. Am I bitter that voices raised in the air and holes punched through the wall superseded my fanciful dreams, and all those innocent, deep, childhood needs? I was. My v here is enormous increase in the number of combination products entering the market in the recent years. Combination products have proven advantages but fixe sion as it were, was on the ground. Grown-up now, the ache of those lost dreams was constant in my soul; gaping evidence of having grown up in a war zone. Were there beatings? No. Was there always food? Absolutely. Did the words of those who were “supposed” to love and care for us violently contradict everything they did? Every day. Was I confused ? For so long. Did the fact that I never took a hard licking mak d dose combinations are still in the process of convincing regulatory authority on their advantages over the single ingredient formulations. Combination pro the memories hurt less? They throbbed anyway. Did the lack of poverty negate the damage to my soul from the constant psychological warfare? I wish it had. Could I see a way to honor those who lectured “Honor your parents” while dishonoring each other? Still, no. What was my greatest need? Would I chase its fulfillment forever? Is there a instinctual invisible magnetic pull toward that which will truly make u ucts have become life saving products for the pharmaceutical companies who doesn’t have many innovative molecules in their product pipeline and have been inc whole? I felt pulled and still do. I looked for answers to silence the sorrow. The message of the majority was loud and convincing, vindication for my grief, anger, and loss. "Blame , give it a name , and shame on those who left you like this. How dare they?” I traced generations, literally, citing the sins of parents, grandparents, and great-grandparents past. I delved , and as my questions were answered, a easingly used in the product life cycle management. Even the companies having product patents are trying to extend their product life cycle through the combi bitter tang of satisfaction rose to overwhelm my sense of loss. It became the lulling, pacifying drug to separate me from the hurt of the what-never-was. Anger seemed a friend, a protector. This vindication was license for so many things, like the freedom to maim those who had maimed me. I was proud of myself for finally standing up for myself, and doing things my own way. It held permission to drown the voic nation products and maximize the revenues. But the companies involved in this practice are overlooking that they are burdening the patients both economically of reason that pleaded to fill the hole in my soul with nourishment, not addiction or rancor. It was almost as if my whole physiology changed to adopt the freedom-that- wasn’t. My posture, my smile , my sleep patterns, my eating habits, my ingestion of things that felt good to my body, changed, and stifled my soul. I looked different. The light had faded that once illuminated my journey, and my face, gone. D and physically. They need to rightly judge the benefits of the combination products and they have to even look at the risks involved when combining the produ rkness was the companion I had unwittingly invited in as I adopted anger as a tool to gain freedom from pain . I had started my journey in search of solace and this destination held none. I necessarily reevaluated, the invisible magnetic pull drawing me forward.. This time, it was not others that I was pointing the finger at. Had anyone else held me by the shoulders and led me to turn this way and that? Could I ts. Some of the combination products were well accepted by physicians while others suffered. Companies involved in development of combination products are fi say that anyone had "made me"do anything? Why had I believed the majority ? Why had I run toward the darkness instead of light? Where were those who tender words had once attempted to guide me to peace? Had they given up? Had I lost them , like my self-respect, my ability to choose for myself, and my independence? Oh, the time wasted, and tears shed, only to arrive where I had begun. I was one of the masses, ding difficulty in defining their combination products and facing various challenges from selecting a combination to marketing it. Following aspects would a n ant in the hill of humanity, likely to be stepped on and crushed at any time. I had joined willingly with the colony that seethed from the holes and homes that we had laboriously created, and to what end? There was food in the belly, and a small space in which to fit my life, nothing more. The mere movement here and then there, was meaningless.
Where were the friendships that meant something beyond the after h dd to the challenges in developing combination products: Which markets to tap where the combination products can do fairly well? Which combination prod urs drink?
Where was the meaning? God, where was the love? I felt I was nothing. My spirit , nigh lifeless, held no resistance. I was drawn again toward light and love. The fight to find my own solutions was ended in exhaustion . I surrendered to whatever would be. Though terror of the unknown filled me, my being lacked strength to resist. Time passed and I drifted past the friends that had once offered the cts are meaningful and rational? Which therapeutic categories to select? Which Combinations can address unmet needs of the patients? Do combin light .There was no bitterness in them , only warmth and invitation to renew my strength . There was no force, no anthill, and much more meaning than toiling each day just to drag home a crumb. The changes came quickly .I was no longer a worker, I was a Queen! Creator of creations, dynamic and able to influence my world and change my life. Gone was pseudo-freedom. Found was true liberation - that of setting lim tions increase the patient compliance? What would be the developing cost? How to tackle the risks encountered during combination product developmen its, living selflessly and reaching goals… finding what seemed impossible-Joy. Light flowed back into me. Amongst the joys, I found something I had left behind to embrace anger. To my horror, there was Sorrow. Had not my painful journey through anger removed this burden? No, I had only ignored it , not eluded it. The sorrow had been cloaked, not removed. Was I consigned to carry the weight of this sorrow? Wha t? As combination products don't fit into the traditional categories of drugs, medical devices, or biological products, the USFDA is in the process of devel cruel world would leave me saddled with these emotional burdens that I never asked to carry?
Did I ask for a mother that couldn’t express love and a father who escaped her coldness?
Did I ask for the touches in the dark that shamed my soul so young?
Did I own the accountability for habits developed in youth because of ignorance ? Would I always hurt like this? I wanted out, out, out! Surely, anger and darkn ping new procedures for reviewing their safety, efficacy and quality. Professional from academic institutions, pharmaceutical industries, health care indust ss were easier to bear than this! Slowly, like the sun rising to illuminate our piece of the earth, my understanding grew. I gained tools every day of my journey to make the pain of bearing the sorrow less. My vision began to rise from the ground to the skies. I moved from feelings of lack to those of infinite and reachable possibilities. Kind and wise guides were eager to distill upon my their learning and ex y and representatives from various regulatory agencies are working out to design the regulatory requirements for manufacture and sale of combination products erience, for they were free of Sorrow; never shaming or ashamed. Was I worthy to share in their wealth?
Yes, because I needed their help, and that was all I needed to be worthy. Again, even my physiology began to change. Others noticed it too, and commented on the light that again surrounded me. Addictions fell away . Appetites were more controlled. A thirst for knowledge became beautifully insatiable. Former . As there is an increasing trend of the combination products companies manufacturing such products should be able to tackle the problems involved in the de y elusive, balance now presided. There was no one prescription, no one piece of wisdom, and no single path pointed out. There were innumerable, shining threads of love that began to form the protection and comfort that would heal my life and shield me from its ills. Sorrow was spun into wisdom, and experience became my treasure. Did I have to learn anger to shed sorrow? Surely not. There is a light that can gui elopment. They need to be wiser in analyzing the market trends and the regulatory requirements. Companies that provide selfless information through particip e each of us straight to our destination of liberation. The ignition of it is simply Desire. Could I keep others from meandering down that dark path, my life would be complete. Are you? Breaking by Emily Dickinson. “If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain. tion in industry events and feedback to regulatory authorities would be able to face the challenges and will be successful in developing combination products
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