coping
Life presents variables; learning how to cope in order to master, minimize, or tolerate what has come to pass.
When You Fall Into Old Habits, Here's How To Get Back On Track
You've been getting out of bed at 6 a.m. every day for the past few weeks, strolling into the kitchen, and preparing breakfast. You read while having breakfast, then write, and then exercise, perhaps going for a run, once you've finished. After that, you're ready to start your working day.
kam chun yinPublished 3 days ago in Psyche
I lost interest in writing because I lost myself in grief.
In January I moved across the Country with my husband and kids to our very first apartment together. We spent 6 years prior living with his family and were buried deeply in work with our family run business. I had met my husband the semester I was finishing up College, while raising my 7 year old as a single young mother. Within the next several years I would end up cracking my trauma and mental health diagnosis wide open. But nothing has left me feeling so RAW as finally feeling SAFE inside of our own home.
Jaded Savior BlogPublished 9 days ago in Psyche
Apierophobia & My Latest Existential Crisis
I have apierophobia. I've had it pretty much my entire life. My first memory relating to this happened when I was no older than 4.
Ariel JosephPublished 10 days ago in PsycheVulnerability is its Liking - A Darkness you Want to Avoid
Real darkness creeps in forcefully and pulls you into a desire like no other. It forces you to become another one of its culprits. It makes you destroy long-term feelings you have cared for years at a glance without making you think twice about doing the wrongful things you are about to do. It leads to forbidden tendencies; the ones only you have in your mind and would not dare to do on your own account.
14 Safer Alternatives To Self Harm – Mental Health Life Hacks
As always, I encourage therapy for all, and you can find resources and connections to mental health charities and hotlines here.
Sara ThomasPublished 14 days ago in Psyche
Self-Worth About Five Bucks
Local man Ted Stephens reported today that his self-worth about five bucks. Five bucks marks the lowest level his self-worth has seen since former high school sweetheart and wife of ten years Janet (Thomkins) Stephen suddenly announced that she would be leaving him to move in with Ted's former best friend Tim Crutz by telling him "Tim can satisfy me in a way you never could Ted. Sorry." It also represents a stunning fall from the near record highs his self-worth had reached in recent years after Ted had found a new girlfriend and landed a high paying job as an accountant at a prestigious local law firm. In a prepared statement Mr. Stephens said "After Jan-Jan (Miss Thomkins) left me for that snake in the grass Tim Crutz I thought I would never recover. My self-worth less than a dollar back then. However, with the help of my true friends, my family, my counselor, and a lot of hard work I was able to pull my life out of the tailspin it was in. I found a beautiful new girlfriend Kathy, finished my college degree in accounting, and accepted a high paying position as junior accounts manager at local law firm Smith-Kline & Breatchem (SKB). At SKB I quickly climbed the ladder and soon found myself leading their accounting department with a staff of six junior accountants reporting directly to me. It took years, but before I knew it my self worth around ten thousand dollars and all was right with the world. Then, out of the blue disaster struck, and a downturn in the local economy forced SKB to enact a series of austerity measures including significant workforce downsizing. I hung on for three months but eventually was let go with only three months severance and almost zero savings to survive on. At that point my self-worth less than two thousand bucks in the blink of an eye. To make matters worse it turned out that Kathy was not the ideal mate I had believed her to be as I discovered she was secretly addicted to pain pills. After I lost my job her pill addiction spiraled into heroin and before I knew it she was selling her body at the local seven eleven to anyone who could get her a fix. It was at that point that my self-worth dropped to its current all time low of five bucks where it remains to this day." With that Ted broke down, began to weep hysterically, then slowly turned and walked away.
Everyday JunglistPublished 14 days ago in Psyche
ADHD in the Workforce
I am the nightmare employers hear about in their scary bedtime stories. I am the unseeming person employers fear when they are sitting in an interview. I am the employee that quits- out of the blue- I am the employee with ADHD.
Leanna Hill VanderfordPublished 23 days ago in PsycheRelationship between Me and Myself
I think everyone we knew in life ever talks about us behind at least once. Whether they are our parents, siblings, big family, and friends. It can be good things about us or the opposite. Actually, it doesn’t matter to me but I think the issue is once someone talks about you behind in their version of judgment as if they are the most perfect human in the world, especially if what I do doesn’t abuse them at all. I understand if someone talking behind me when there is my attitude that hurts them unintentionally. But if what is discussed in my life choices are more private in nature, I don’t feel they have the right to judge me as right or wrong.
wahyuni sapriPublished 25 days ago in PsycheHow anger both protects and poisons you
It’s 3 am and a nightmare has jolted me awake. White-hot rage stabs at my chest as the injustices of someone I called a friend roil in my belly. Their face is smug and self-satisfied as they bully me into submission, standing over me as I try to form words that die in my throat. There’s no use trying; I gave them everything they needed to hurt me. I trusted them with my greatest fears, my trauma, and my truth. But I didn’t know then how friends made the worst enemies. I didn’t know how vindictive some people were capable of being.
Jodi NichollsPublished 28 days ago in Psyche
Recuperation from Addiction: Social Support
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SadaqatClinicPublished about a month ago in Psyche
To Grieve is to Heal
"Mmm, I heard about your father, "said my colleague. I thought a courteous apology would follow that sentence, but what escaped those chapped painted lips was ugly.
PALAK KANWARPublished about a month ago in Psyche
My personal fight for freedom.
My past has been one of the worst experiences, I have a record with two felonies both counting one. They are barely even five years old yet, and they are trumped up fake arson charges when I should have gotten off with a warning. I did not burn the place down, I did not even do any real structural damage. Smoke damage to the smallest extent. I am pretty sure if the slumlords could have they would have rented to some ghetto people the day of or the day after I got locked up. It is not fair to me I got charged with trumped-up charges because the city of Cincinnati has been desperate to charge me with something I have not done for real after they acquit my ex-boyfriend Anthony for beating the crap out of me in the past. It is unfair, I cannot tolerate the state of Ohio for treating all of my complaints against others that I have griped about as if I don't matter. That is how this state treats me as if I am insignificant to the fullest extent. I am sick of it. Then my roommate would dare risk my freedom knowing I am on a fixed income, was trying to supplement my SSI, to risk being audited because my roommate is greedy for some debt plus rent. I hate my situation. My freedom is getting risked big time. I have a trick up my sleeve though, and I cannot wait to use it. I have been through the worst of times being locked up, geeking desperately for my freedom, being homeless to the worst extent suffering, and hurting from persistently consistently being on the street for long long months at a time. Attempting to tolerate my roommates is uncomfortable and irks me very badly. They consistently lie, backstab, and test my patience to the fullest extent, and I still am too good to them all the time. Thank the higher power I am not contagious, however, I am very upset and depressed plus angry in regards to my situation. I am tired, I have not slept all night since eight pm sharp yesterday, and I do not feel well at all however, I must plug into my work, and do way better, and yet I am just worn out, but I gotta work. I feel exhausted, grumpy, like poop on a stick, I still gotta work through. No pledges, tips, not enough readers, I need like five grand or more right now to flood into my wallet, however it is a super cold world when you cannot come up no matter what, and you are worn out, no one cares about what you are going through besides yourself, it tends to feel outright lonely, and it hardens you against other people in your heart, while others are saying, "man it cannot be that bad, bet you did not have to walk six or more miles to school with bare feet in the burning hot summer, and the freezing cold." My hand-me-downs were hanging by a thread too, but I kept it to myself a lot. I went through an emotional wreck, being a child under foster parents' supervision as a minor, no respect for whatever no matter I never got the respect I earned, so I chose to act out whenever I felt like it, whether I was at home, or in school, or detention. One day I beat up my foster ma dukes, she was nagging like crazy, therefore I blacked out. I know the story I am doing right now is not going to measure up because it is too real. Admin wants to act like whatever I write is not tolerable. Life.
Angelina F. ThomasPublished about a month ago in Psyche
