Very occasionally, my sleep schedule is disrupted more than usual and, for a few minutes or hours, I develop a pathology unheard of in modern-day Spain. I think it’s called thinking. I think a lot of nonsense, but sometimes some interesting fact comes to my mind and I try to remember it the next day to discuss it with my father, who is the voice of my conscience and who, if what has occurred to me, appearing before my mind as a stroke of genius, turns out to be just another of my boring ravings, tells me without hesitation and accompanied by a couple of laughs to bring me down a peg or two.
Normally, the things I think about are not at all politically correct, and even less optimistic, often bordering on the apocalyptic; however, a good friend told me not too long ago that the difference between conspiracy and reality is six months. And how right he is…
To be honest, although many of the crazy things that have crossed my mind during the long nights when Morpheus refuses to come to me are true, most of them are usually much milder than I imagine them to be. Thank God.
One of the last things I was thinking about a few nights ago was the hypothesis that about 60% of the mental disorders we suffer from today are, to a large extent, the fault of the society in which we live.
Before anyone jumps on me calling me ignorant and inconsiderate, I will confess that I too suffer from anxiety and Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (from which I am feeling much better, thank you for your concern). And yet, I remain convinced that, although not entirely, to some extent, this is indeed society’s fault. That society whose culture has been based for some years now on indoctrinating children and adolescents in atheistic progressivism that, unconsciously (on our part, of course; not on the part of those who put it in our heads), inflicts so much harm on us. From a young age it is imposed on us that we are all victims of being white, “cis”-heterosexual and privileged with our human rights that they themselves have decided they do not have. From childhood, we are convinced to look for work outside our homeland, which has nothing to offer us, thus abandoning our family and roots to find a job that does not exist and leaving us completely isolated from any good influence that might question the things they want to hammer into our heads. They insist that the family, so fundamental to all of us, is something completely banal and irrelevant, a construction of an ultra-Catholic society that only brings oppression; distancing us from a stable base that will surround us when we fall, because we will fail, and leaving us even more vulnerable to the tentacles of this rotten and corrupt society that has been corrupted for decades.
In this way, we sink into a deep loneliness and sadness that acts as a butterfly effect to develop one disorder after another, from which you can only get out by clinging to things that really fill your life. Like faith, family, values; but of course, all this has been forbidden and buried in our time, so people become intrinsically dependent on the State, which is the one who provides us with medication and poor care without which we would sink back into a well whose exit has already been sealed with a lead plate for their own benefit.
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