coping
Life presents variables; learning how to cope in order to master, minimize, or tolerate what has come to pass.
The Perfect Chocolate Cake
It was the perfect chocolate cake. The first one she’d made. Oh, not the first cake she'd make. Not the first chocolate cake either. Oh no, there were many iterations of that. Not the first she had enjoyed. Not the first that looked good. She didn’t even know how it tasted. And yet somehow she could tell. This was a perfect cake. The first perfect cake she had ever made.
Elizabeth CamilleriPublished 3 years ago in PsycheGrief 101 Moving is not the same as moving on.
I share my stories based on my personal journey since the death of my husband of 40 years. My experience is not everyone's but there are many widows and widowers who can relate. Today I feel like an empty park bench that needs someone to sit on it to be complete. I am moving and doing and going but definitely not moving on.
Cheryl E PrestonPublished 3 years ago in PsycheOn the Other Side of Darkness
For my fiftieth birthday, I asked my wife to take a trip to Berlin. The last years had been a rollercoaster for both, with much more downs than ups. Paying a visit to a city with such hard memories, but reborn, was nothing less than the perfect place to be when crossing the half-century line.
15 Daily Affirmations to Bring More Positivity to Your Life
This was a game-changer for me. This isn't about a morning routine - there are a million articles on that - but more about getting yourself in the right headspace to start the day.
James LogiePublished 3 years ago in PsycheSurviving Depression &The War Inside Of Me
Life is a bitch... A phrase that everybody either says or hears at one point of their life or another. A phrase that is so accurate, society might as well just mark it off as universal law. The phrase life is a bitch should be categorized in the same group as Newtons laws of physics, the rules of proper grammar, and the sum of 2+2. In short, the four word sentence might as well be officially respected as a fact of life.
Carlos GuerraPublished 3 years ago in PsycheColouring in Helped Get Me Through Cancer.
This is one of those articles where, as a reader, if you know... you know. You are going to be nodding along thinking "Yeah... I hear you" (or some such similar phrase of your own making).
Caroline JanePublished 3 years ago in PsycheThe First Safeharbor Against The Storm
If you would, close your eyes with me and imagine you're swimming; allow your mind to picture whatever setting you need. Are you at the beach? A pool?
Jessica PettetPublished 3 years ago in PsycheMy struggle and Coping with Anxiety.
My Struggle and Coping with anxiety. **DISCLAIMER: THIS IS MY EXPERIENCE. I AM IN NO WAY TELLING YOU HOW TO DEAL WITH YOUR EXPERIENCES **
Kailee HarringtonPublished 3 years ago in PsycheMy Long Nights with Macklemore
One hour. When I was at my lowest mental health point in high school, I would listen to Macklemore for a minimum of one hour every single night. I don't think that they intended for "Neon Cathedral", "Otherside", and "Starting Over" to mean so much to a broken 16-year-old girl who didn't have a problem with alcohol or drugs, but it meant more to me than I ever could have expected. Alcohol and drugs weren't my demons, but I sure as hell had other ones. My demons were depression, anxiety, self-harm, disordered eating, guilt, and grief.
Emily MainorPublished 3 years ago in PsycheThe Rundown
I've always liked to write. I would read books all the time as a kid for enjoyment and sometimes to escape my reality. When I was a teenager, I was into poetry and wanted to be a singer in a band, trying my best to write lyrics and learn guitar. At one point, I was living with my mom and she found my journals. Of course, a lot of the songs were about how shitty I felt all of the time. Well, she took this personally and yelled at me for a while about it. I realized that I had no privacy and I ripped them all up; every single one. I had at least three notebooks full of writing and sketches and I tore up everything.
Kerri ChisumPublished 3 years ago in PsycheThere Be No Demons Here
It’s been said that we all have inner demons. I beg to differ since I have class IX fire-breathing, steely-scaled, stealth, ultimate desolation creating, ass-obliterating dragons.
The Dani WriterPublished 3 years ago in PsycheSpoiled Brat
When I was a child, I was under the impression that somebody would come and rescue me. Many a night, I lay curled into my covers, trembling, and praying to any God that may exist to stop my bedroom door from opening. I had a hard time relating to my peers, whose parents showered them with love and affection when my mother showered me with gifts as if to drown out the hunger in my belly from her absence and the bruises on my flesh from His presence. Him. Father. Dad.
AlexandriaPublished 3 years ago in Psyche