coping
Life presents variables; learning how to cope in order to master, minimize, or tolerate what has come to pass.
Vernon Blvd
I woke up this morning. As usual, I took my dog out, put the kettle on for a cup of tea, and then sat down at my desk to complete some school work. When I sat down, I all of a sudden became overwhelmed with emotions and flashbacks to January of 2020. This happens frequently in my life as such is the same for most PTSD patients. We get random flashbacks and thoughts of our trauma. Sometimes there are triggers, other times our brains just like to remind us of why we are the way we are. It is a cruel trick, in my opinion, but can also spark some creativity.
By Evie Gricoski3 years ago in Psyche
That time I learned I could swim...
I’ve always had this darkness inside though that I never understood until I got into college and took a psychology class. Depression… It has been my shadow all of these years, attached to me without me even realizing, following me everywhere I went, slowly draining my life force. Self-diagnosing isn’t exactly an efficient way of solving the puzzle. I saw professionals, took series of tests, surveys, physicals, etc. Severe depression/anxiety. I didn’t know what that meant… I am slowly realizing what it means, that with all of this, slowly discovering triggers and figuring out why I have self-esteem that is lower than dirt. I feel like the only reason I haven’t imploded is because I have been floating on my back in the ocean staring into a blue sky when this whole time, I was blind to the fact that I am broken, and once my eyes opened... I started to drown… and I don’t know how to swim.
By Sydney Norman3 years ago in Psyche
Sometimes it just never gets better....
That’s the sad truth. As much as we don’t want to believe it, sometimes it just never gets better. We hang onto this much too worn thread of hope that maybe one day we will wake up and feel okay. For some people that may happen. But for the most of us it never does.
By Ariana Yeager 3 years ago in Psyche
The Lingering Fling
To be well versed in the way that I want to have a love (romantically) hasn’t been something I thought that I needed to ponder on as much as now. In the early months of winter; which is what Seattle can feel like for the majority of a calendar year, I slid into the passenger seat of his car with my opened and half full bottle of red. This moment felt exciting. I believe most twenty-somethings find a time where after several drinks with the girls in the afternoon, the most satisfactory way to end the night is with a sneaky link, or someone more committed. At least emotionally available to do as such.
By Mylena Rodriguez3 years ago in Psyche
Context
I always knew I was fucked up, but I didn’t think about it all laid out. I thought I had this shit on the right path; I was going to sort through it all eventually on my own. I should have known better than to make such careless plans. I never learn, do I? It’s never been that simple.
By Megan Baker (Left Vocal in 2023)3 years ago in Psyche
Little Moments
I have sat and actually said to people I didn't know what it was like to be happy. That I have never truly been happy. Those words left my mouth on more than one occasion. However as I sit here today trying to think of something to write about, I keep coming back to these little moments I wish would have lasted longer. Moments I would love to have again. They replay in my mind now like a movie long lost and out of production. One that I've searched everywhere for but cannot find.
By Melissa Wilson3 years ago in Psyche
Why Me?
You just got out of work, it's late. You have to walk a mile and a half back home because the last bus left 10 minutes earlier, and you got of work 10 minutes too late. You dread the thought of having to trek it over a mile home, especially having been on your feet all day. But, tired or not, you begin the journey. Your mind is ruminating on other things: did I finish the load of wash? Did I remember to grab a gallon of milk? What time is my doctor's appointment next week? As your mind is wandering to numb the fatigue of having to expend even more energy after a long day, a man suddenly grabs your throat from behind, making sure to cover your mouth as to not let out a shriek. You're dragged behind a commercial dumpster in a pass-through alley, thrown to the ground, being threatened to keep your eyes shut, as your pants are taken off. And when it's all over, you're left in a state of confusion, dismay, DISGUST, and fear. You were just raped. Why me? How? Is this real? Did this just happen?
By AMERICAN EAGAL3 years ago in Psyche
My Phone is my Vent Machine
I do not know how to vent. Or at least not properly like a normal adult. Normal adults either go to therapy and talk it out or go to their friends to spill their hearts out for a little bit. Unfortunately I do not have the stable revenue for a therapist and I do not feel comfortable talking to my friends about deep emotional problems. Not that they can't handle it but I would prefer to let them deal with their own issues rather than having the burden of them listen to my ramblings plus their own stresses.
By Lovely Lucia3 years ago in Psyche