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EPA fish oil
Welcome to EPA1, home to one of the most comprehensive collections of research articles and information on EPA and Omega 3 fish oil on the net.
EPA or Eicosapentaenoic acid, to use its proper name, is one of the essential Omega 3 fatty acids that first hit the headlines in the 1970's, when Omega 3's were discovered. Simply put, they are classed as essential, because the body cannot synthesise them by itself, and so has to obtain them from dietary sources. Thousands of research trials and studies have since been conducted into the properties and benefits of the Omega 3's and you can read some of them here.
EPA fish oil has been shown to markedly improve certain conditions, in particular mood disorders. Studies indicate that EPA can help us feel more content, balanced and stable. Consequently people from all over the world who are suffering from depression, low moods, bipolar, ME or Chronic Fatigue Syndrome etc. are now taking high strength pharmaceutical grade fish oil, which is high in ethyl EPA, on a daily basis.
Some of the research documented on the right was carried out using a very weak fish oil, so the fish oil had to be taken in high doses. In some cases the fish oil was so weak that up to 12 grams a day had to be administered. Nowadays it is possible to get ultra pure high grade EPA so this no longer presents a problem.
However, there are a lot of products out there and they come in varying strengths so you have to be very careful when choosing your fish oil, particularly if you want to make sure it is high in EPA. Current research maintains that the optimum dose of EPA for people with low moods and depression is around one gram of ethyl EPA a day.
After personally overcoming a persistent melancholy using EPA fish oil, I can recommend that you try PuraEpa. I discovered this product after reading about it in the Sunday Times magazine. Intrigued, I decided to do some research of my own, and came across an independent review on "What Really Works", where it had been tested on someone who was suffering from low moods and had produced significant results. I decided to give it a go. EPA1 suggest that you do your own research before you buy your fish oil but we recommend PuraEpa.
Recently I came across a blog by someone who had also used PuraEpa to help fight and win his very personal battle with Bipolar. I contacted him and asked if we could reprint his story here, as an inspiration to others. He agreed.
TWO PSYCIATRIC WARDS AND SOME FISH OIL
From a very early age, I can remember being very agitated about some of the smallest things. What’s important to a child can of course be nothing of consequence to an adult, but at the time I can remember asking questions that seemed very important to me. Are we late? Is there going to be anybody there? I would be seriously worried about the outcome of the answer - would it rain on school sports day? What would we do? Would it be cancelled? If it didn’t rain, would everyone turn up? Did I look OK in my new sports strip? Were we on time? Being late for an occasion opened the door to a whole new set of worries. This sort of worrying may not sound too extreme, but I was only five or six years old.
As far as I can remember, my parents - who 99% of the time were great - never picked up on my excessive anxiety. I always felt fobbed off with a half-baked answer to most of my questions. I honestly feel that if it had been spotted and helped by them, then things may have been easier for me as a child. I’m conscious with my own children today that children need lots of support; lots of love and reassurance from their parents.
One of the more unusual things I used to worry about as a child was the
weather. The weather, in particular the wind, used to send shivers down
my spine. It caused me to worry and fret about the slightest little thing.
As an adult I’ve done a lot of reading, but have never come across
this particular problem – I call it Weather Affective Disorder.
It’s a close cousin of Seasonal Affective Disorder or SAD, except
that while SAD only affects people for a few months of the year, WAD
affected me all year round. It could be wind, rain or even the blue sky
that bothered me.
THE START OF THE BIPOLAR
I joined the army when I was 16 and was happy to be involved in lots of sport and activities. But I found the constant change, lack of information and constantly living in fear of the unknown hard to cope with. Where was I to be sent next and when? Would I like it as much as what I was doing currently? I worried constantly.
After being in the army for about six years I had had enough of the constant
change and upheaval, so I decided to leave and have a go at something
else. I gave my one year’s notice to leave. At that time the army
had just made a lot of people redundant so I knew that I would still
be sent out on active service in that year. Sure enough, I was sent to
Northern Ireland on a six-month tour. On the whole that was a fun trip,
and I had some good times with a good bunch of lads. After the six months
we arrived back in our barracks in Germany to be told we had two weeks’ leave,
after which we were to prepare to go to Bosnia for another six-month
tour of duty. At this point I was due to leave and was going to start
my resettlement courses, so I was unhappy about this. This event seemed
to act as a psychological trigger for me.
After two months the summer had gone and the wet season was upon us, and this is when my life began to change forever.
The days were wet, windy and dark. Our clothes were constantly wet, our tents had small rivers running through them my sleeping bag and all my possessions were wet. It’s impossible to describe the feeling of getting into a wet sleeping bag with water still dripping on you, the tent being blown over night after night in the torrential downpours. Getting up in the morning having not slept a wink all night due to being soaking wet was horrendous, everything was wet or extremely damp for three months. My morale was at an all-time low. Then a ray of light; our troop commander said that it was our turn for a bit of rest and recuperation. Just what the doctor ordered - or was it?
We were sent to a small hotel about 20 miles from camp, two single beds per room, en-suite shower and toilet, clean towels, dry clean beds, hot, quality food, hot running water. It was heaven. To feel such comfort after such squalor was an amazing high; words cannot explain my elation.
For four whole days and nights we lived in relative luxury and ate good food. When the four days were up, we were bussed back to our tents. On the way back it started to dawn on me that I had left a very wet sleeping bag and clothes behind. When we arrived it was worse than I had expected. Whilst we were away the camp had been flooded; our tent was under a foot of water. I felt a terrible sinking feeling. It came over me suddenly; I just wanted to kill myself there and then. Life had no meaning at that point; I just burst into tears and sat there with my head in my hands wishing I was dead. As every second passed, I was going further down into a bottomless pit. I had been sitting there for what felt like hours when a medic came, picked me up and walked me to the tented medical centre.
That was the start of my bipolar life – a dizzying high followed by a catastrophic low. The treatment which followed was very basic, just a load of tablets to keep me quiet until I left the army in three months’ time.
There followed two disastrously unsuccessful stays in two different psychiatric wards. I won’t go into details just in case you need to have a short stay in one yourself – if you do, remember to never get angry, keep smiling and telling them you’re OK or your stay will be longer than you think. After this I resigned myself to self-diagnosis. I did a lot of reading and came to the fairly easy conclusion of bipolar disorder, involving massive ups and massive downs.
Ten years later I had tried every antidepressant drug under the sun, none of which seemed to work for me – the side-effects were just as described in the leaflet, but the positive effects never materialised.
My highs are now fairly manageable; they tend to upset those around me more than they upset me. As for the downs – I have them under control too.
I first read about the benefits of fish oil a couple of years ago, so I went along to my local supermarket and bought some fish oil. I sat back and waited for my more balanced moods, but there was no change.
I read another book about the benefits of Omega 3 fish oils, and about the benefits of something called EPA, a nutrient. Having found a fish oil with a high EPA content, I again waited for the balance in mood to occur. Disappointed, I wondered if I was immune to fish oil, or if I still had the wrong type.
So I set about studying EPA fish oil in great depth, and what I found
was to change my life. I found that there are many grades of fish oil,
from the old-fashioned cod liver oil right up to the Rolls Royce of fish
oil – high-grade EPA concentrates. I searched for the highest grade
of EPA that I could find. All the oils seemed to have unique selling
points, but because of all the research I had done I could tell the hype
from the truth. The biggest pointer I was given was that oil, like alcohol,
has strength, and that the quantity wasn’t as important as the
So I upped my dose to four caps in the morning and improved my eating habits, trying to cut out all fatty acids. Four weeks later I started to notice some very strange things happening to me; I was behaving a little out of character. My anxiety levels about very stupid things had all but gone. I had stopped worrying about my car breaking down when it was raining, and about low-level fast-moving clouds. I also started to notice that my anger levels aimed at my children were also rapidly disappearing; I was talking to them rather than ranting at them. Not to mention the rapid growth of my hair and nails.
Over the following months I noticed many things starting to fall into
place; my moods were more balanced then they had been for 15 years. I
found myself laughing at comedy on the TV, which was not normal for me.
I started not to care about little things, and I found it easier to let
things go where before they would nag at me for weeks on end. My concentration
was nothing short of awesome, the ability to focus on a task was so much
better, but the biggest thing had to be the balance of mood that this
oil seemed to be giving me. Absolutely 100% cured? No, but I am 95% better.
If my old moods could be compared to a tidal wave, my moods now are gentle
waves lapping on the shore, and they are very easy to manage.
The oil I am using at the moment is called PuraEpa it’s the strongest one I have found with an EPA concentration of 90% and contains no DHA (I found that some English dr’s were suggesting there maybe a competion mechanism between EPA and DHA) and it seems to be working very well, if I switch in the future I will post the details of why and what to on this blog.
I wish you all good luck.
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