coping
Life presents variables; learning how to cope in order to master, minimize, or tolerate what has come to pass.
Friendships Strained
It has been over a year since the pandemic started and things are still not back to normal. Vaccinations have rolled out, however, I have yet to hang out with anyone. Much of this has to do with the fact that I have lost contact with so many of my friends due to a lack of interaction. You truly learn what friendship means when you can't see one another every day. When things started to go down I was working 70+ hours a week while most people were unemployed. My friends got to hang out on zoom and other video hosting platforms because they had a lot of time on their hands. I was unable to hang out with them and enjoy the face-to-face interactions. When I got home most days I just wanted to sleep. Most of my friends were still messaging me on Facebook, but they were living different lives than I was. I couldn't relate to them and vice versa. I didn't know what it was like to be bored out of my mind with nothing to do around my house as they did. I was considered lucky because I was still working. I didn't feel the same. I did appreciate having a full-time job, but I didn't care. I wanted a break, I wanted to live off of the unemployment benefits and stay home. I did not have that luxury. I was overworked in the health field and stressed out. When I talked to other people they were unsympathetic to my woes.
Moon Light
I woke up suddenly in a cold sweat, shooting straight up in bed with my heart still racing from my nightmare. I look around my bedroom and it is dark, so I assume it is the middle of the night. I slowly make my way into the kitchen to pour myself a glass of water, only to realize my fridge light is out. I turn around and flick the kitchen light on, but the room remains dark. The power is out. I step onto the back porch to look for the glow from streetlights. I realize the only light source is the moon light.
Autumn BradleyPublished 3 years ago in PsycheDealing With the Fallout of Severe Bullying: A Personal Story
“MAN-WOMAN” “FUCKING MAN BEAST.” These are just a couple of the many “nicknames” I had at school. On the downside, the constant name-calling and physical attacks in my teenage years have greatly affected me in adult life.
Beth KennedyPublished 3 years ago in PsycheMy Escape
Sometimes I just want to cry from all the thoughts that replay within my head. I want to run and hide, travel somewhere far far away. Where I cannot be found.
J.W. BairdPublished 3 years ago in PsycheCourage isn't the lack of fear
Dear beautiful loving people My name is Huzaifa and I was asked to share my story. I’ve dreamt about sharing my story to a large audience many times before but now that I’ve been asked, I don’t know how to begin. So let’s just begin.
Huzaifa MalikPublished 3 years ago in PsycheSide Quests
When I was diagnosed with ADHD at the start of March this year it was not a surprise. What did surprise me was the intense emotional rollercoaster the diagnosis set me off on. What was really shocking was that within a matter of days of finding the correct medication type and dosage for me, that I could suddenly write again. A kaleidoscope in my mind's eye stopped turning, the beads settled and I could draw breath calmly. The creative thoughts and ideas which for over two decades had been running riot in my head could find an output. I can now write, draw, compose or sketch. It was such an unexpected bonus that it drew tears as I considered the lost time and the missed opportunities.
Ellie MayzePublished 3 years ago in PsycheThe Number Whisperer
Every hero has an origin story. Bruce Wayne witnessed the murder of his parents and became Batman, a larger-than-life embodiment of justice and will power. Spider Man was a teenage misfit until a scientific accident imbued him with incredible power and the burden of using it responsibly. Harry Potter lived a life of neglect and abuse until he learned that he was a wizard and a whole new world opened up to him, literally. Likewise, the enemies these heroes face are often examples of their power gone wrong. The Joker is a nihilist who uses his cleverness and resources to destroy; Spider Man’s foes are often unscrupulous scientists who turn themselves into monsters; Harry Potter must take down a magical, murderous psychopath who killed his parents.
Eric FreedmanPublished 3 years ago in PsycheOn a Knife-Edge
No one prepared me for how shockingly hard the last 20 years of my life would be. No one warned me. No one gave me any clue that the journey I was embarking upon would bring me close to breaking point many times over. No one told me how isolated, lonely, desperate, worthless and miserable I would feel at times. No one let on. Not.one.person.
Monique GreenPublished 3 years ago in PsycheDo I Fit?
I stumbled around life confused, from the get-go. I am the youngest of four, presumably a mistake, and was often left alone. Everyone in my family had their place and their talents. The eldest had my father's name and was a favorite. The second eldest an artist, mirroring my father's abilities. The third was brilliant, she found her esteem through impeccable grades and book smarts. I was the black sheep, often in trouble or about to be.
The Best Years of My Life, Spent Lonely
When I stepped foot into the new halls I was to call home for the next five years, leaving my old friends and old school behind me, I promised nothing would stand in my way this time. I was a new me, new hair, new confidence - I could be anything I wanted because none of these people knew me yet.
Sangeetha GowdaPublished 3 years ago in Psycheim not happy
At this moment and time of my life, My tinnitus has gotten progressively worse. I constantly am noticing the ringing in my ear.
When it Sucks to Suck...
Everything in life is going great. Work is good, home life is great, you feel like your on the top of the world. Then out of no where, it starts to slip away, and you can't quite figure out where you've went wrong. Everything you touch seems like you mess up or break. Every word you say is the wrong one and you can't seem to have anyone understand you. Your misunderstood with your feelings and can't seem to gather them up to even be able to explain them. Your mind becomes cloudy and you can't seem to see, or think straight. You start to feel anxious and aren't really sure why. Then you start to over think every step you make, every look you give, every word you say. You start to question things that you used to be so sure of. You go to work, hoping for a good day, and it turns on you. Then you go home and you can't gather yourself enough to get done what needs to. You try to find little things to make you smile through the day, but then let discouraging remarks take your smile from you. You pick up a new hobby, just to find out, you're really just not as good as you thought you were. Then you tell yourself, "Don't give up, people count on you." But look around and see that you feel alone. The ones you feel count on you, you feel like you can't get nothing right with. You feel your world crashing all around you.
Kayla Lynn WaksmonskiPublished 3 years ago in Psyche