coping
Life presents variables; learning how to cope in order to master, minimize, or tolerate what has come to pass.
It Is What It Is
This phrase has been often pointed out as a way of giving up. Unfortunately, I use it a lot. It is hard to not just give up when you have so many voices in your head telling you to. We all have them. But as somebody who has lost people because they just “gave up,” “it was too hard,” “it’s too painful,” “nobody cares”... "it is what it is.”
By Heidi Sunshine6 years ago in Psyche
On Abuse, Addiction, and the Need for Acceptance
Scrolling through the Facebook feed looking for my daily dose of family pics, sarcastic memes, and unproductive political debates, I also see articles about abusive relationships. The articles run the gambit of abuse: physical, verbal, emotional, sexual. They are helpful to me. They have one shortcoming, though. They are almost all written about men abusing women. Very rarely are they about women abusing men.
By Jeff Dunegan6 years ago in Psyche
My Exit Strategy for a Mental Illness Downward Spiral
I'd like to start this off by giving my qualifications on the topic. I was diagnosed with depression the day after my 13th birthday. I've been suicidal and am so awesome at not controlling my unhealthy coping skills. Retail therapy is my go-to, sometimes to the detriment of my household's survival. So, I write this piece from the viewpoint of someone that has buried themselves in their own filth and was dug out by my husband. I am in no way writing this from a place of judgement, because I've fucking been there.
By Diane Nivens6 years ago in Psyche
Mentally Sensitive
I wish I could say there is a simple answer to mental illness. An answer that would make all the pain, depression, mania, euphoria, loss, bad decisions, regret, positive/negative symptoms associated with it and take it away. But there isn’t. Although if I could tell you one thing or perhaps just one word that may sound so cliche but in fact for me worked it would be, try.
By David laker6 years ago in Psyche
Help Me, I'm Drowning: My Life With GAD
"I can't breathe, dad, I can't breathe." These words were so painful to speak as I cried out to my dad while going through another panic attack. Tears were streaming down my face like a fast river current. My chest was on fire, my throat was raw from crying, and I just felt like I was suffocating and my heart would just explode and give out. I felt like I was dying. My mind was racing with a million thoughts going through my head, but all I remember now is wanting it to stop, for the pain to stop and for me to be able to breathe again. Eventually, I was able to. But like all mental illness, it was trial and error to find what worked and what didn't. That's what I am here to tell you now.
By Sierra George7 years ago in Psyche
3 Ways I Cope with Anxiety
Anxiety. Many define this as, “a feeling of nervousness or extreme worry and unease about an event with an uncertain outcome.” I define anxiety as an interference to living my life normally, and constantly feeling like I’m falling into pavement ground over and over. While I haven't quite found a well-defined way to completely rid this disastrous feeling, I have some methods that help me cope—key word being "cope." These are personalized to me and though it isn't a surefire way to be less anxious, I am sharing this to help someone who may be in the same position as I am. The following are three ways I cope with anxiety.
By Maryam Hassan7 years ago in Psyche
The Little White Lie...
I can't really pinpoint where it started to fall apart, but I have a general timeline over the last two years. Reflecting on this past year, I've recognized that it's probably been one of the most challenging, boring years I've ever experienced in my 30 years of living. Honestly though, this last year I don't think qualifies for "living" but more like "just making it through another exactly same day."
By Rachel Hill7 years ago in Psyche
The Odd Fact That Reading Save Lives
I was around five years old when I completed my first book. And funnily enough, it made no sense. Not because it was a child's book and they are general nonsense anyhow, but because it was actually a Shakespearean novel that I picked up solely because I liked the cover. The classroom assistants laughed and refused to help me read it, but I did anyway. (And boy, was it confusing.)
By Paige Martin7 years ago in Psyche