coping
Life presents variables; learning how to cope in order to master, minimize, or tolerate what has come to pass.
The Wishing Hour
Night falls around me like a bitter blanket. The air is hot with pre-summer melancholy and reeks of restlessness. Lying in bed is a game of catch and release— close my eyes and try to catch a few more hours of sleep, and release when the attempts fail.
By Becca Volk6 years ago in Psyche
Prologue
The ache in my chest continued to grow as I tried to hold back my tears. Words spoken lead to the release of them; warm as they slid down my cool cheek. I zipped up my hoodie, grabbed my keys and slid my phone into the pocket of my black jeans as I walked out the door. My steps on the cement stairs barely audible to my roaring ears. All I wanted was out and I had achieved it. With one last glance behind me at the closed apartment door, I did the one thing I had been dying to do since I found out things would never be the same. I ran.
By 6 years ago in Psyche
It's Okay to Feel the Way You Do
When you're feeling angry, sad, lonely, depressed, anxious, just know that it is totally okay for you to feel that way. Not one person on this Earth get's to tell you how to feel or should make you feel bad for the way that you feel. Have you ever had a family member, significant other or even a friend try to tell you, "oh you're fine, just get over it"? Well, I have and at first I believed them, at first I was like, yea I'm good, I'll just move on. But, I wasn't good, I wasn't fine, I was struggling every single day. I just didn't know how to tell the people around me that I loved that I was feeling suicidal. Nobody knew. Until the very day I was going to take my life, my mom finally opened her eyes and saw what was happening. She took me to a counselor the same day and she and the counselor literally saved my life. I wouldn't be here today if God or something hadn't gotten a hold of my mom and said, "Look, your daughter is struggling and she needs help now! Even though down the road I have had those thoughts and feelings again, I was able to pull myself out because of what I had learned, and because of my coping skills. However, when you do have these feelings it's important to accept the feeling and know that it is real. Working through the feelings is also important. Find coping skills that work for you.
By Mallory Wiese6 years ago in Psyche
The Gardener's Guide to Mental Health.
Let’s face it: life can be crazy. It can get so fast paced that you often question the reasons why you’re on this merry-go-round in the first place. It seemed, to me at least, that everyone has this perfect life. Instagram posts of guys with ripped muscles or in stunning locations, all designed to show firstly how perfect their lives are and secondly creating Insta-Validation supposedly making their lives feel more complete while giving them an insta-hit of Dopamine. Now please don’t misunderstand me, I’m not saying everyone is like this. Yes, there are people on Instagram who are proud of their achievements and that’s superb but for everyone of those, there are an abundance seeking approval through your likes to help them navigate their emotional journey and make their lives seem less mundane.
By Chris O'Hanlon6 years ago in Psyche
Music
So I’ve battled with depression for most of my teenage life, and I always tried to ignore it. I thought if I just gave the impression of being happy I would eventually be happy. I lived my life suffering, thinking to myself, “Nah man, this isn’t you. You’re just tired!” Trying to ignore the feeling have me some false sense of hope that I was fine, and that I would be okay .But sometime last January it finally caught up to me and it hit like a catagory 8 (if that even exists) hurricane. I had so many negative thoughts towards myself and just feeling so low. As if I was at the lowest point in the ocean, just drowning in my own sorrow, and couldn't call for help. I figured if I tried to numb my pain through weed and alcohol and hanging around a bunch of people I didn’t know, then I would feel better. And for a while I did... or so I thought. All of my memories from that year were all ones that were either bad, or ones that I was too high to remember.
By Kendall Jones6 years ago in Psyche
Growing
Growing up I would daydream about what I would be like in the future, and still to this day at seventeen years old I still wonder what ill be like in the future. As a kid I would look at the "big kids" in awe, they were tall and seemed to have so much freedom. I grew up around the big kids, I was the youngest in my family and the second youngest in the neighborhood, so the "big kids" were my role models. I can remember wishing I was one of them so bad, I wanted to be just like them, without even knowing what it took to be a big kid. To me that did not matter, I wanted to drive, I wanted to stay out late. Little did I realize growing up comes with all these new emotions and responsibilities.
By Paris Copeland6 years ago in Psyche
My Anxiety, My Depression
In the summer of 2017, I was diagnosed with a severe anxiety disorder. For years, I knew that something was off with me. Whenever something bad would happen in my life, I took it extremely hard. I would cry myself to sleep every night—and I don’t mean just a few tears,I mean crying like someone had broken my heart; literally snatched it from my chest and shattered it into a million pieces. I would also think of ways to end my own life. I always found myself utterly alone, even if I was surrounded by people. I always put on that fake smile and I even managed to work up some credible laughs to go with it. But when I was alone, I was in a dark state of mind. The only reason that I could come up with not to end my own life was the bible. The bible says that suicide is a sin. If I took my own life, all I could see was me burning in hell for eternity, which was exactly what I did not want. So I continued to suffer in silence until I just couldn’t anymore.
By Shanita Marshall6 years ago in Psyche
How 'Supernatural' Changed My Life!
About three years ago I was very shy, and I didn't really reach out to people that much. I was afraid of people, I didn't even like leaving my house because back then I was so worried about what people might think or say about me.
By Elizabeth Trillo6 years ago in Psyche
Battling Depression
When I was fifteen years old my mother was diagnosed with Hepatitis C and a cirrhosis of the liver. She was in need of a transplant and placed on the list. This was the beginning of what has become a long battle of depression for me. She was in and out of the hospital and my little brother and I were left at the mercy of our step-father. My mother was permanently hospitalized until she received her transplant when I was sixteen, it was then my stepfather began molesting my brother and I. It was maybe the most difficult time of my life. Not because he was abusing me, my brother was four and I was unable to protect him. I felt as the eldest sibling I should have been able to save him from the monster in our home. He would scream at me when I would try to stop him, no matter how hard I fought. Locking my brother and me in my room so we could have some peace, but we inevitably would have to emerge.
By Lela Harris6 years ago in Psyche