coping
Life presents variables; learning how to cope in order to master, minimize, or tolerate what has come to pass.
Suicide Awareness
It will be two years on June ninth and I can still remember it like it was yesterday. Sitting on my bed that night when my phone rang. Which was odd considering the time of the night… my mother never called me that late so I knew that it must have been important. I can remember her voice saying that my uncle had chosen to end his life merely an hour before she called. My heart raced as tears filled my eyes. And I remember that all I could say was “No,” over and over again. It was a constant loop that echoed through my lips. You see we all knew that my uncle suffered from depression; there was even a point when he had to go to rehab for drug/alcohol addiction. Which all runs in the family, but nobody said anything or really even tried to help. Not even when he purchased the gun. A week before I had sent him an e-mail trying to reach out, but it went unanswered. Now here I am trying to hopefully raise some awareness about suicide.
By Alyssa Horn7 years ago in Psyche
The Relentless
Everyday, we take so much for granted. Every sunrise, every sunset, every rain drop. Then one day, everything we knew simply ceases to exist. We all think that we have enough time to say, “I love you”, “good morning”, or “goodbye,” but there isn’t enough time. For most of us, we go throughout our lifetimes without losing someone close and dear, there are those who who know the pain of losing the ones who meant the world to them.
By Morgan Short7 years ago in Psyche
To Dream, Forever
I feel very lonely. I often think back to high school and the months following into college. Surrounded I was by people, and for granted I took them. There are often nights I find myself in my bed, about 12 pink pills swimming around in my stomach to try and numb the realization of how alone I really am. My parents are here, sure, but as a 20-year-old, I feel as though there should be more. Bridges I have burnt for sure, not ever able to go back to shout myself out of the isolation I was setting up for myself.
By Nathan Wheeler7 years ago in Psyche
Emotionally Drained
What do I do when it's all just too much? This is the question I ask myself at least once a day, if not many times over, like today. What do I do when it's all just too much? Such an ominous question with some very dark answers that I refuse to accept as possibilities. My worry, though, is that one day those dark answers will sometime become the only answers I hear.
By Tim Lawson7 years ago in Psyche
Escape Room
Everybody has their own exit door to reality, a place where nobody can find us, a place that not a soul knows about. This place might create itself while someone might play video games, sometimes it might be when a person listens to music and well, why not when someone’s writing?
By Catherine Savard7 years ago in Psyche
'You're Fine'
As a child, I grew up in a suburban town north of Atlanta. This town was affluent, high achieving, and expected a lot from the people that lived there. It was always a constant struggle to always be the best and have to constantly compete with everyone else. Showing vulnerability and weakness was not something that was widely accepted, especially when judgement was always being passed around. As a child, many concerns of mine were overlooked until I had made them so adamant to take them upon myself to get them dealt with. For all my family knew, I was your average white suburban boy just going through the motions of life. Little did they know, I was a severely anxious homosexual with trust issues, and in need of attention. I had a rocky relationship with my father after he had cheated on my mother with my current stepmother and was a perpetual liar. I never knew whether I could count on the things he would say or if they were going to come to fruition. He loved promising things that he knew he could never deliver, which was the worst part. As I had gotten older, the animosity between my older sister and my father had started to seep into my life as well. I became less naïve when it came to believing things that he had said. His grand ideas of taking us on cruises and beach vacations were never going to come true and I finally had to realize that.
By Jack Peterson7 years ago in Psyche
Struggle
Everyone has a story to tell. The story is as unique as the individual who tells it. One person's story may overlap another person's. There are parts of a story that may be difficult for the person to tell. Yet, under the right circumstances, the person just may open up and give parts of their story to open ears that are willing to accept.
By Joy Ergang7 years ago in Psyche
Sleepless Night
I know I'm not alone in this struggle that consumes me randomly, this struggle to find sleep. I know it exists and I know that I should be tired after the long day being up and working hard and yet I seem to be more willing to fight sleep than to submit to it.
By Tim Lawson7 years ago in Psyche
