coping

Life presents variables; learning how to cope in order to master, minimize, or tolerate what has come to pass.

Here Again
Sweating, my hand gripped the rail as I dragged each foot up another step. I didn't realise how many I would have to climb; regardless, a mild calmness seeped through me as I knew what was awaiting me at the top. Slamming my hands on the door handles, I pulled them open to breathe the crisp morning air. My mind was caught up in the serenity of the dawn, the enchanting purple streaks across the waking sky, the peek of the sun’s glowing face over the horizon. My eyes closed, taking it all in, arms outstretched to welcome the new day, content that it would be my last. A flock of birds flew past, screeching and disrupting my morning welcome. I opened my eyes and sighed in mild annoyance, only then acknowledging the figure peering over the roof’s ledge.
By Gaia Fahed5 years ago in Psyche
Yoga for Grief
We suffer because we want things to be other than they are. Grief is a normal and natural process after experiencing the loss of someone or something significant. Each person grieves differently, depending on their personality, life experience, and coping skills. But all people will experience grief at some point in their lives. Yoga can help one to get a handle on healing.
By Bridget Vaughn5 years ago in Psyche
Battle Scars
“They’re not,” disbelieves Sadie, her small hands partly submerged in the warm, soapy water. “They are, I swear. These are battle scars.” I run my left finger down and up my opposite forearm, fingertips trembling as they skim over its rows of ridges. Anxiously, my cheeks flush hot and my palms bead with sweat. “When I was younger, about how old your brother is, I—” pause for dramatic effect—“was kidnapped.” I lean down towards her and make a show of looking shocked. “Kidnapped—” pause— “by these goblin-slash-faerie creatures from another world,” I whisper, dishcloth slack in my grasp as I turn off the faucet. “I was in bed, in my bedroom. It was the dead of night and they came for me. They pinned me down and put a sack over my head and tied me up just like the Christmas goose.”
By Tessa Markham5 years ago in Psyche
Does Having Good Self-Esteem Protect One From a Narcissist?
Does Having Good Self-Esteem Protect One From a Narcissist? The idea that a person with high self-esteem is less likely to be affected by a narcissist's intentions is supported by research.
By Empathic Warrior5 years ago in Psyche
My name is Wil Wheaton. I Live With Chronic Depression and Generalized Anxiety. I Am Not Ashamed.
Last month, I spoke to NAMI’s Ohio statewide conference. Here are my organised comments. Before I start, I want to provide you with a warning that this talk touches on many triggering subjects, such as self-harm and suicide. I additionally need you to understand that I’m talking from my non-public enjoyment, and that if you or someone you recognize can be dwelling with mental contamination, please speak to an authorised and certified scientific expert, because I am no longer a doctor.
By Joe Walter5 years ago in Psyche
I Made the Cut
I'm a scratcher. I scratch at ideas, hoping something will come of them. I scratch at dreams, wondering if they're real or just something I conjured up to satisfy my own sense of purpose.
By synrie5 years ago in Psyche
home, hope, harbour.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Among all the tumultuous tides in all the seas in all the world, there had never been a land quite like the Isle of Arevas. The somber horizon that lost itself in the ceaseless greys of its surrounding seas was a wondrous yet unappreciated sight, made evident through infrequent visitors’ appraising eyes. Arevas was all but inhabitable, left only to those that welcomed the piercing cold- or at the very least, made grave efforts to adapt to it. There were few that called it home, instead serving as an unwelcoming port for wandering landlubbers desperate to drift off the seas.
By savera s5 years ago in Psyche
Creeping darkness
I’m not sure where you came from, or where you go. All I know is that you’re not welcomed here by anyone. I want you to leave, you're dampening the mood. Just pick up your stuff and leave. You make me hate myself, and everyone else. Doing literally anything hurts your muscles, almost like your body is fighting it. Why can't I leave you alone?
By Rambler's Society5 years ago in Psyche
We're Two Years into a Pandemic and Our Mental Health is Sinking
In March of 2020, chaos emerged as a result of our first lockdown. As businesses began shutting down, alcohol sales rose to astronomical numbers and began taking over, 'comforting' millions of Americans. Unfortunately, this number increased over the months, showing the severity of abuse. After two years into the pandemic, has our mental health and coping improved? Or is it just as bad?
By Jen5 years ago in Psyche
Breaking the chains of generational trauma:
Teaching our children how to feel and deal with their emotions means changing the way we see and perceive emotional intelligence. Chances are you are parenting from a wounded place and all the tactics you are using are greatly diluted by the voices echoing in your own head.
By Jaded Savior Blog5 years ago in Psyche
Perfection is a lie
Perfection is never perfect. Society plagues us with this idea that we need to be perfect. There is always something that needs critiqued in some form. That makes us doubt ourselves. This perfection that society make believes is not good for our well being.
By Rosemary Slavic5 years ago in Psyche
Making Friends With My Nemesis, Christmas
My grudge with Christmas goes way back. Every holiday season when the songs start playing in stores I cringe. When the decorations go up I think, “what a ridiculous waste!” When there are long lines at stores and all I want to buy is this one sweater on sale, but have to wait an eternity I am annoyed. When songs and people coax me to be joyful I feel a burning silent rage.
By Jessica Stapp5 years ago in Psyche