Tolstoy … Depression … what people may not know!

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“The man in this picture is not a pauper, nor a beggar, nor a vagabond. This is Leo Nikolayevich Tolstoy – a giant of Russian and world literature. At the age of fifty, Tolstoy fell into a deep depression. There was no external cause – he had everything. He was a count, rich, famous, recognized. But inside him, something was dying. Day by day, sadness grew, and life lost its color.

At the age of fifty, Tolstoy discovered how power is powerless in the face of sadness. “Money is nothing. Power is nothing,” he wrote. “I have seen many who have both, and yet are unhappy. Even health is not decisive – the sick often have the will to live, and the healthy are paralyzed with fear.” One day, walking along Afanasyevskaya Street in Moscow, he saw an orphan. A child, barefoot, lost, without any support. Tolstoy approached, without a word, and took him with him. That evening, for the first time in a long time, he felt peace. He forgot about himself, his problems, his sadness. At that moment, something broke inside him. From that day on, he renounced the clothes of a gentleman, luxury, privileges. He began to live simply, to share what he had with those who had nothing. He no longer talked about religion, charity, love – he demanded that all this be shown in deeds. “Don’t talk to me about religion,” he said, “show me religion in your actions.”

Tolstoy became the first great theorist of nonviolence, he preached brotherhood among nations, and his ideas later deeply influenced Mahatma Gandhi. Until the last day of his life, he continued to help others. Many called him crazy for this.

In a world where all that matters is having – things, people, power – in a world where everyone wants to take, and no one knows how to give, Tolstoy seemed like a madman. Once a friend, rich and respected, said to him: “What is the point of all this? Why do you care about others? You should think about yourself.” Tolstoy replied: ‘If you feel pain, you are alive. If you feel someone else’s pain, you are human.'” ~ N. N. Good night brothers and sisters

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Life event that changes all: Horse riding accident in Zimbabwe in 1993, a fractured skull et al including bipolar anxiety, chronic fatigue …. co-morbidities (Nietzche 'He who has the reason why can deal with any how' details my health history from 1993 to date). 17th 2017 August operation for breast cancer (no indications just an appointment came from BreastCheck through the Post). Trinity College Dublin Business Economics and Social Studies (but no degree) 1997-2003; UCD 1997/1998 night classes) essays, projects, writings. Trinity Horizon Programme 1997/98 (Centre for Women Studies Trinity College Dublin/St. Patrick's Foundation (Professor McKeon) EU Horizon funded: research study of 15 women (I was one of this group and it became the cornerstone of my journey to now 2017) over 9 mth period diagnosed with depression and their reintegration into society, with special emphasis on work, arts, further education; Notes from time at Trinity Horizon Project 1997/98; Articles written for Irishhealth.com 2003/2004; St Patricks Foundation monthly lecture notes for a specific period in time; Selection of Poetry including poems written by people I know; Quotations 1998-2017; other writings mainly with theme of social justice under the heading Citizen Journalism Ireland. Letters written to friends about life in Zimbabwe; Family history including Michael Comyn KC, my grandfather, my grandmother's family, the O'Donnellan ffrench Blake-Forsters; Moral wrong: An acrimonious divorce but the real injustice was the Catholic Church granting an annulment – you can read it and make your own judgment, I have mine. Topics I have written about include annual Brain Awareness week, Mashonaland Irish Associataion in Zimbabwe, Suicide (a life sentence to those left behind); Nostalgia: Tara Hill, Co. Meath.
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