MY TESTIMONY WITH ZOMO

This gave me much hope! I was diagnosed with Dementia when I was 63 years old and am now 71 years old, Took me years to get it all balanced, I could say the results were shattering, but in a way the diagnosis was a relief: to have a name for the paranoia, the white vans following me whenever I left the house, an explanation for the voices, the dialogue constantly critiquing my actions. I wanted to retire from my job but felt like I was drifting farther and farther from reality. There, in my apartment, I began to have intense auditory hallucinations that I could not distinguish from actual voices.  The manias I suffered at that time were sleeping and unstoppable, the depressions hit as well;  "I am not proud to say", I spent whole summers drinking until four am and then sleeping until four pm, lying restless until it got dark again. It's so sad to be in a country that doesn't have medical subsidies for these kind of situations. My main problems was anhedonia, there simply is no pleasure from doing anything..medications don't really help this issue..anhedonia means no motivation. That leaden, hopeless, bottomless feeling I couldn’t escape even when I decided to move to aother city, opening the door to grandiose mania, enhanced with my newfound cocaine addiction.  Working my way through the low-income clinics in an effort to stay medication-complaint, I found it almost impossible to get a psychiatrist who could address my issues or a consistent therapist. I was a vain, arrogant, self-absorbed little twat at that time, living out with the brittle conviction that I could only stay with damaged people because I myself was mentally ill, and that cocaine was the answer to all of my social, creative, and weight control problems. That trainwreck imploded on-schedule after five years, having maxed out my credit cards paying rent on a spendy studio apartment, as family don’t like living with mentally ill drug addicts.  I was broke, emaciated,  I moved home. A year of visits to the county mental health clinic for medication monitoring, One other thing happened in that year: my psychiatrist started me on Ativan, a potent anti-anxiety medication that I loved with a sick and seething hunger and was later to become totally dependent on. I was drinking two bottles of wine a day along with my medication, this time, Abilify, Ativan, Lexapro.  I wasn’t eating. My work place existed in a constant dull roar of voices, and out of those voices I would consistently hear my colleaques talking about me, jeering, joking, saying derogatory things. To this day I do not know how much of what I heard was a prodromal hallucination. In my first year I was hospitalized due to psychosis.  I saw Jesus beckoning from heaven and the Grim Reaper at the foot of my bed, clear and unmoving for hours and I screamed and screamed.  In four days I came out having made friends on the inside and lost them on the outside. I tried to come to terms with the fact that my life was over, that I was never going to be able to do anything ever again, that my light was going out and soon it would be dark.

I improved dramatically when I got ZOMO which rebuild my life, I started making progress in speech and made peace with my past and those who hurt me so badly. Unlike my old psychiatrist, who kept prescribing the same drugs that didn’t work, Dr. Charanjit made an effort to listen to my symptoms and treat them.  Slowly, gradually, over a period of one month, the voices dulled to a whisper. With ZOMO medication, I was able to differentiate between delusional night terrors and the inevitable dawn. I began to move back into normal society. Then things began to change. The long struggle was worth it. I am now loving life, like to be around people and have fun, and laugh!  I have been off ZOMO Herbs for about 2 years now I am no more dependent on Ativan, as well as Lexapro. Breaking out of the isolation and talking to people who did not know about my illness was and still is a problem for me. I have a circle of loyal friends. I have my partner, which is my wife  I don't have symptoms anymore. Recovery involves knowing your limits. It took me a long time to figure that out. Now I realize I'm lucky because my illness doesn't allow me to run the rate race. I can enjoy my time because I have a lot of time. Anyways, so sorry for the long note.

---Charles Peewee Lindsey 

Before I was diagnosed with Alzheimer's disorder, I experienced all of the symptoms related to stress. Neither one of these doctors mentioned the relationship between stress and Alzheimer's disorder. The hardest part of coming to terms with it was the difficulty of managing the symptoms that come and go my mind was good but I could not communicate well.. it was tough. I started having short term memory issues. I was Forgetful and l Lost interest in a lot of things. Surprised, I got on meds to attempt to reverse the symptom caused by many years of stress. I blamed myself for not doing my own research but most web sites did not mention the relationship between stress and Alzheimer's disorders. So I started putting stress and Alzheimer's disorder in the search text, I see there is clearly a relationship. How do I get this reversed, curiosity and daily research on google brought me to an article on prevention of dementia/Alzheimer's with ZOMO proudct, contacted them for more details on how their herbal medicine works some patients who got cured in the past also talk about it. Having a thought disorder comes with a lot of stigma, and telling people I wasn't myself initially made me feel vulnerable to being seen as “crazy” or “nuts” or “psychotic.” I'd take on too many hours and then crash again. I told my wife I am hearing voices, music, and seeing and feeling visual. She said, So what do I do to manage through such a scary time? I laughed! and she joked about what I was going through, and in the difficulty, that she found humor as a way to live with my disorder for the first  year. By finding a bit of humor in what I was going through, it released the dopamine in my brain and eased my anxiety, which often calmed the symptoms down. "when I was feeling paranoid and the voices are pulling me away from my sense of reality, I ground myself and describe my surroundings in reality. What can I see? What can I touch? What can I hear in the moment? Methods such as checking the facts of the situation help me to shush theem, because I remind myself that they are just a symptom of my disorder, thus taking away their power. I like to visualize a stop sign when an intrusive voice pops into my head. Seeing the stop sign through my imagination stops them dead in its tracks, and prevents my brain from running with all these. I can come back to reality much quicker".

One day before the symptoms got severe, I sat down on the bedroom floor one morning and told my wife a half-truth. I couldn't say, "Darling, I am going to kill you." So, I said, "Darling, I am going to kill myself if you don't get me to a doctor. Today." We were working at a large medical research and treatment facility, where many doctors were readily available. She made a few calls and got me in to see a doctor that morning. After she left his office, I explained to him what was going on. I told him that my wife was cross-dressing and sexually abusive, although that was not actually salient to the point I was making. I explained my history of major depression. Within few years, I was divorced. My wife said she had talked to her family about it and decided she didn't want to stay married to someone who was mentally ill. Good riddance. I tried to commit suicide, and it didn't work. I would never recommend Donepezil for anyone. It destroyed almost all my memory for years, and part of my memory was gone for years. I was left with no math skills. I didn't know the names of people with whom I had worked 10 years. I didn't know my own telephone number. Within a little over 2 years, I had lost my new home as well as my job. I moved home with my son and received a small monthly disability pension. So I also lost my independence, which for a while seemed the biggest loss of all. I had asked God to rescue me from this illness and through the illness, I learned a great deal about compassion and suffering that enabled me to have a deeper understanding and empathy for others. I thought there was a microchip implanted in my body, monitoring me and that people were communicating with me constantly through secret “double speak”, hidden messages and via reading my mind and sending me thoughts from theirs which I couldn't reply back. I thought people on TV and the radio were directly communicating with me, and was sure that I had a personal relationship with Anderson Cooper of CNN, who I had never met. I ate 24 hours a day, When I gets in certain moods. Whatever I could get my hands on. I was ravenous. It also made me sleep about 18 hours out of every 24. I still had problems -- socialization problems. I couldn't read books anymore or write -- I couldn't concentrate nor could I watch movies or enjoy TV for the same reason. My son took me from one hospital to another. I would improve just enough to go home, then I would become very ill again. The symptoms never really stopped. A fractured sense of what was happening around me, and sleep, sleep, sleep. The depression only grew worse, no matter what antidepressants I took. Plus a number of anti-anxiety medications that I can't recall. The antidepressants all worked to a degree, but none stopped the depression and none of the antipsychotic or mood stabilizers worked and they failed miserably. Until I tried ZOMO herbs. About that time, I found, Dr. Rchytova and he turned my life around, It let me see a beautiful world again. I could go out in the back yard and look at the trees, the grass, the sky, and they were all bright and colorful. It took away the psychotic thinking.

It may sound obvious, but taking ZOMO medication does wonders. My son learned to give me medication at the same time each day, maintaining a strict regimen and decreasing the chances of experiencing a problematic episode, such as a psychotic break when it is difficult to see reality from delusion. The medication was a huge relief as taking it as prescribed. Additionally, avoiding mind-altering substances such as alcohol, eating healthy also helped the medication work  because these all help to keep me at my best, allowing the medication to have the best chance at working properly. At first. It took over nine months! That’s basically a full-term pregnancy before my son started tolerating me, but later became very supportive, and fairly. But everyone is always learning, including myself. I know a lot of people would be surprised to know that it’s possible to live a successful, fulfilled life with Alzheimer's disease, but honestly, I don’t know if this is really advice, but — you’re not alone. Being seriously mentally ill feels like the loneliest thing in the world, and stigma really boosts that feeling, which is why I find it so essential to be as honest as I can to share my success story. I can read and watch movies, watch TV. ZOMO put me on the right track, I am so much better. And there is no reason to think I can't continue to improve. I also had the prayers of many concerned friends, family and I believe God has answered those prayers. I am stigma free because I believe that what Audre Lorde said is true, “Your silence does not protect you,” and that what Adrienne Rich said is also true, “Lying is done with words and also with silence.” I will no longer be silenced. It is time for increased funding for mental health care in this country, and in Elias particularly, increased awareness and increased openness about this topic which deserves no shame and should not be enshrouded in stigma.

_____BLEEK MAGWOOD, 

RONNIE MCDONALD.

MY EXPERIENCE WITH ZOMO PRODUCT.

 Thank you very much Charanjit’s, for this wonderful opportunity to share my wonderful experience. 

I was a High School teacher until my retirement from classroom. Back when I was teaching, I prided myself in my excellent memory. Having the ability to recall facts, speak eloquently, and mentor others, was all I lived for. I was having a nice life, jobs was going fine until one day I noticed that my memory wasn’t what it used to be. I was struggling to recall and retain facts. This was what I did with ease. I struggled to increase my study time and pace, because I felt I was not doing enough. As the year progress, I discovered that the more I studied, the less I recall. I thought I was having dementia or age was really catching up with me. At 61 years, I had spent part of my life sitting down reading everything on ink and print. As time progressed, symptoms became frequent with other complications.  As a result, I visited my doctor who advised I should visit a neurologist for proper diagnoses.

There were lots of constraints living with Alzheimer's disease, in my desperation, I ran from pillars to posts, I had to abide with certain do’s and don’ts I wasn’t used to. The first down side was that I had to surrender my driving license. Yea! How painful that was. It means I had to depend on someone to drive me around. On these Alzheimer's days of my life, my son took care of me, drove me around and ensures I stayed on my meds. I was told by my doctor never to take a single break on taking my meds. Hell! I obeyed. I don’t want to die. But ironically, these Conventional Medications were killing me. I know they were, but I was scared of dying. I felt like I was being watched. Like my freedom had been taken away from me. There were other rules. Like the kind of exercise I should engaged in and foods. In spite of keeping to these rules religiously, my symptoms were getting worst. I began to feel very dejected and for the first time started to feel depressed. Suicidal thoughts became so real. I looked for every opportunity to risk my life and just die to have final rest from it.

I woke up one day, and decided I have a good reason to life. I needed to end all Conventional Medications and face life as it comes. I needed to kick death out of the way. I became desperate for a cure. My doctors told me that there is no cure to Alzheimer's disease that all I could get was treatment. I just refused to believe them. I searched the Internet every day, my kids joined in the look up as well. I and my wife started talking to a lot of folks. We read hundreds of blogs and websites; we saw a lot of testimonies about Doctor Charanjit Anti-psychotic medication, I was not a fan of Herbal Medication, because I once believed that they have not researched it enough. But due to numerous testimonies, I was more than willing to try it…. It became a miracle for me after completing my treatment with ZOMO herbal medications.