coping
Life presents variables; learning how to cope in order to master, minimize, or tolerate what has come to pass.
Define: Normal
What does normal truly mean? It is a question I have contemplated for the majority of my life. Relating to someone else's "normal" is our greatest challenge. Our normalcy is a compilation of our environment, influences, and level of control we experience. Not one person will have the same normal as another. An underlining discomfort surrounds sharing our personal lives and what we learn from them. Why does it feel as if exposing my normal is like unveiling a cold case file?
Ashley WayPublished 7 years ago in PsycheMental
When I was younger, I suffered silently from my mental illnesses. I didn’t feel normal and I couldn’t understand why. It wasn’t just teen angst, there was something seriously wrong with me inside that I just couldn’t brush off.
Haters/Social Media/Press/Exes: Look What You Made Me Do
Dear Haters/Social Media/Press/Exes I really don't like your little games because they ruin my life; hackers, all the lies and attempts to get control over people even when you're not around them anymore. Don't act like you're on a tilted stage because you can't get what you want; the role that you made me play, making me out as the fool and a bad person. This is why I don't like you and I don't like your perfect crime. The way you laughed as you lied about everything, especially when you say who you really are but actually it's not true; it isn't cool and I do not like you one single bit.
Lizzy ArrowPublished 7 years ago in PsycheLosing a Loved One
A lot of misery stems around death. The demise of a pet, a friend, a family member. It is a pivotal moment in anyone's life, and it can change someone exponentially afterward.
Mental Health: 4 Sept 2017
I have decided to document my mental health journey in an online format so hopefully at least one person can benefit from this. If this helps one person know that they are not alone then I will have achieved something and regardless I will (hopefully) have a fully realized journal of my mental health struggles.
Jemma GallagherPublished 7 years ago in PsycheSleep Paralysis
It is unfortunate that the truth is "the more you talk about sleep paralysis, the worse it gets" and I am fully aware that mine will not go away. I am here to talk about my experiences with the strange phenomenon and offer my own incentive for those suffering to come forward and also talk about theirs. I'll go through it from start to finish and be completely open with you — my hands are empty and I have nothing to hide.
Annie KapurPublished 7 years ago in PsycheStripes: A Ten Year War Against Me 2
In "The Rice Experiment" demonstrated by Dr. Massey Emoto, three jars are filled with cooked rice and labeled either Good, Bad, or Ignore. Each day Emoto would speak positively to the jar labeled 'Good', negatively to the jar labeled 'Bad', and say nothing to the jar labeled 'Ignore'. After repeating this daily for one month, the rice in the 'Good' jar had begun to ferment and offered a pleasant aroma. The jar labeled 'Bad' had turned black. And the jar labeled 'Ignore' had grown mold.
A Young Woman Who WritesPublished 7 years ago in PsycheAnxiety's Touch
After some recent, serious struggles with my illnesses, I decided to write something specifically about anxiety. Whether you battle chronic anxiety or just overwhelming manic days once in on occasion, I hope you find this useful!
Becky BartonPublished 7 years ago in PsycheBullying We Are Surprisingly Okay With
So, I was watching this Cracked video on 4 types of bullying that we're surprisingly okay with and I remembered the way that bullying is something that I had to work through throughout my life; both as it was happening and dealing with its after effects.
Charlemagne Griffin - AnkerPublished 7 years ago in PsycheStripes: A Ten Year War Against Me 1
"Write what's on your heart." These are the words circulating my mind each and every time I attempt to pick up a pen. The words repeating themselves as I search for something, anything, of value to express to the world. As a child the words flowed so freely, it was simple. So simple that I just knew I'd become an author someday. These days it wasn't so easy. I struggled through every sentence. So much so, that at times I believe the talent I used to have couldn't have truly existed. Perhaps I was just a child being encouraged by the adults around her to chase after a dream. Right now, it seemed a truer explanation than any other.
A Young Woman Who WritesPublished 7 years ago in PsycheA Smile in the Dark
8.15 AM. Mask ingredients White Russian. Shot of cheap whiskey. 10 GV hand rolled cigarettes. An organised line of cocaine.
Zeno AntoniusPublished 7 years ago in PsycheAn Introduction
It's been years since I've written something, but here goes nothing I suppose. My name is Madison, I am 20 years old and I live in a small town in Canada. I've been in a relationship for the last five years of my life and have been managing a fast food chain for two.