coping
Life presents variables; learning how to cope in order to master, minimize, or tolerate what has come to pass.
Laughter Yoga
In my Anishinabe culture our first two medicines are considered tears and laughter. We are born and then we cry. Four or five months later we laugh. Both are very important healing medicine. I first heard the song from Timbuk 3 at least 10 years ago, maybe more.
By Denise E Lindquist3 years ago in Psyche
Why Anger Terrifies Me?
Anger is one of the scariest things in my life. It's one of the things I have been through from my deep depression. I'm like others. I grew up as a child that I had been told by adults including my parents that “it's not right or not nice to be angry.” If I release my anger, I would be mean or fearsome to others. If I throw tantrums or have meltdowns from my anger, I would be punished like going to timeout or going to my room. Anger is not my cup of tea. I never like being forceful with others. I never like to shout or scream in public. I would have called for help immediately. I'm too scared to be hateful. I never enjoyed that at all. It's one of my major weaknesses. Anger has always terrified me ever since I was born. I do get angry sometimes. I get upset, overwhelmed, jealous, irritated, annoyed, and frustrated. Unfortunately, I feel uncomfortable by showing these intense emotions to others including my family, and in general places including schools, groceries, and shopping malls. Whether it's stress, sensory overload, envy, depression, anxiety, or other personal issues. If I scream aggressively like loudly, others will look at me, and then, I will freeze completely. I have those thoughts like “did I do that?” “Why are they looking at me?” “They think I'm threatening them.”I have to get out of here.” From my social anxiety struggles, I always felt afraid about being judged by others if they saw my anger. When I let it out, I felt deep inside of guilt. It drained me.
By Meghan LeVaughn 3 years ago in Psyche
I'm Off My Meds and I Feel Like Crap
It seems like just yesterday that it was confirmed that I have ADHD. Ok. It was only a few months ago. I've know it for a few years though. It just took me that long to do something about it; to talk to my doctor about it. It didn't help that he kind of blew it off as not a big deal. But I expected that.
By Dani McGaw3 years ago in Psyche
Touchdown!
Dear Readers, Recently I’ve read some intriguing articles here on Vocal about Vocal. Does that make sense? They were full of information on how to get more reads, how to find your niche, and how to engage with readers/writers and get noticed? The get noticed part is an aspect of writing for Vocal. Of course, we want more reads, hearts, or even a tip but it’s my belief there is more to it than that.
By Caroline-StoryGirlCA3 years ago in Psyche
CHASING THE SUN
I think the term was "Grumpy Fuckwit", when I realised my medication wasn't working. Sertraline had been great for 18 months. Some days were better than others. This isn't a magical panacea to wipe the depression away. Sometimes you have to work at it, too. I prolonged my discomfort within the latter days of it. Why? Because I didn't want to come across as needy, a nuisance. Not manly. Perhaps a glimmer of hunter-gatherer man still embedded in the codex. But we are fools not to listen to our bodies. If we ignore their alarms the repair is consuming.
By Dom Watson 3 years ago in Psyche
Origin Story
What unique, but flawed inner- framework would drive a teenager to willfully allow her reputation to be stained in the name of justice? I honestly can’t tell you what made my path so clear, but for better or for worse, there was never one moment where I considered doing anything differently.
By Bonnie Joy Sludikoff3 years ago in Psyche
The Car Door Punishment
My life has apparently been a string of experiences that most people cannot relate to, and on occasion, I come across incredulous individuals, who, in their naivete, question my honesty. I offer no apologies for my experiences. I lived through them and they did not. I don't lie. At least it’s very rare for me and when I do it’s usually to save someone’s feelings. That trait takes a great deal of cultivation...that being said...
By J.D. Bradley3 years ago in Psyche
Mud
Mud. Cold, damp, lingering mud. Mike knew that he would never be able to get that image out of his mind so he never really tried. How could he really? No one in their right mind would expect him to forget or “move on” after what happened that morning. The problem was that not only did Mike not try to forget but everyone and everything in his life seemed to conspire to keep reminding him of the defining moment of his life every time he left his house or ate oatmeal.
By Fred Swindells3 years ago in Psyche
Psych Ward? Not Me, I'll Just Gaily Skip Along
No, I’ll never report suicidal ideation. And no, I’ve never taken myself to the hospital to be admitted, although I’ve seriously considered and attempted suicide countless times. I know this is wrong. But I have a bigger fear of psych wards than I do suicide.
By Catherine Kenwell3 years ago in Psyche
Hidden Senses: How Stimming Impacts On Neurodiversity
It is well known that many Neurodivergent people often struggle with their environmental surroundings. For us, stepping into the everyday world is like being thrown into a swimming pool, we are hit with an onslaught of sensory information from all directions which can become distressing and confusing. We lack the ability to filter these experiences so often need to find some way to channel all the extra information our brain is being exposed to so we function and be able to live our lives in a calm and regulated way.
By Kyra Chambers3 years ago in Psyche