coping
Life presents variables; learning how to cope in order to master, minimize, or tolerate what has come to pass.
How I Live With Cancer
First things first. If dear reader you are reading this because you or a loved one have been diagnosed with cancer, I'm sorry and I wish you well. Second if you are looking for advice about treatment options or advice on managing side effects this is not that story. I am not qualified to give that advice. These are just some thoughts I have after six years on this journey.
Heather LunsfordPublished 2 years ago in PsycheHow Often Is ADHD Diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder?
I have Bipolar Disorder II and ADHD. ADHD was evident when I was a young child. I was always bouncing off of the walls. It was always said that I was “just a hyperactive child,” but that was the 80s when a child that talked too much and too fast and couldn’t sit still and focus was simply called “hyper.” Hyper kids were punished back then because it was seen as misbehaving.
Ginger GillenwaterPublished 2 years ago in PsycheHow My ADHD Mind Navigates a Complicated Remote Job
My job is very complex and, as someone with ADHD, things can be even more complicated, especially since I work remotely from home. However, I have managed to secure promotions, become a Certified Project Management Professional (PMP), and win a major company award in 2021 because of my excellent performance.
Ginger GillenwaterPublished 2 years ago in PsycheOn Suicide - A Widows Perspective
Start writing... 8 years ago I became a young widow at age 26 with 3 young children to raise on my own after my husband committed suicide. It has been 8 long and exhausting years. In the search to find myself I have stumbled across countless triggers and blows to my self-esteem. I avoided my grief throughout those 8 years only to discover that I can no longer feel emotion and I have lost the ability to show love. This has created a large distance between me and my loved ones. I completely shut down and shut everyone out. I not only have to heal my heart, but I have to heal 3 other little hearts as well. I discovered that I just don't have the time, motivation, energy, or patience to keep up with the world around me, let alone be apart of society. It has been 8 years and I have finally accepted that this is my life. I have to let go of trying to find the girl I once was because its just mentally exhausting and impossible. I have to close that book and start a new one. I created a video to tell my story because it provides a raw perspective on life after suicide and how committing suicide passes the pain onto someone else. You see, if my husband were to ask for help, I imagine him to be thriving today. He would be so glad that he had chose to stay and see how beautiful it is to watch his kids blossom and grow into their personalities. Instead, he gave up and passed on an incredible amount of deep pain that his children and I will now have to carry for the rest of our lives. It isn't fair that his children never get to experience him. It isn't fair that my children have to grow up without a daddy. It isn't fair that he flipped the ending to my happily ever after. I can go on and on about the things that are unfair to me but that's not what matters most. What matters most is that once someone commits suicide, someone is left to make sense of it.
Cassey DalePublished 2 years ago in Psyche5 Years Later, Is Communication Still "Everything"?
Years back, I wrote about words and their importance. Since then, the world has changed drastically, and it's only fair that I reassess my bold claim.
The Rogue ScribePublished 2 years ago in Psyche- Top Story - September 2022
God Save the Queen
Thursday, September 8th, 2022, around 10:30 a.m, I learned of the death of Queen Elizabeth II. I am not a hard-core royalist, I think the Commonwealth is valid, but I do not depend upon it. I am not overly political or someone with great wisdom or opinions, but I have something to share.
Bruce Curle `Published 2 years ago in Psyche How to Overcome Feeling Hopeless?
In 2013, I was diagnosed with bipolar, and PTSD. Throughout, my life nothing came easy to me. As it never does for others. My only escape was writing it became my true passion, and no my full-time workaholic career.
Louise Blake-Michael (Risen Phoenix)Published 2 years ago in PsycheTherapist
Tick tick tick tick goes the watch in a sing song voice as it makes fun of me. In front of me is Therapist he has a smug smile on his face and is happily writing away in his note book. I take a deep breath and sigh, witch catches his attention. He raises his eyebrow and his smile becomes bigger.
Rafael Tavares Jr.Published 2 years ago in Psyche1... 2... Me and Freddy are coming for you...
The Secret Diary of a Spiritual Vagabond 09.02.2022 1:30am Dear Diary, Here I am again, reaching out for an ear to listen and a shoulder to lean on. Maybe to cry on as well, but at the moment, there are no tears. There is no joy. There is no emotion at all. Right now, I feel a bit of a void. A numbness. An emptiness. I feel a little lost in the abyss. Floating away, untethered from reality.
Jennidoll of (jennidoll.inc)Published 2 years ago in PsycheInvisible and Nameless
Invisible and Nameless The belief in something beyond life itself had always been on the edge of Claire’s conscience for as long as she could remember. As a young child the fascination with the unknown translated into the books she read and made her an outsider to her classmates who called her “weird” or “strange.”
Suzanne AllenPublished 2 years ago in PsycheWhen it is too much to carry...
The Secret Diary of a Spiritual Vagabond 08.31.2022 1:50am Dear Diary, I know it’s been a while since I last confided in you. I have not wanted to speak aloud the recent horrors that I have unwittingly had to endure. I still do not want to speak on them. I do not want to re-live the bull shit, that has become my life. I hate it. The bull shit that is, not my life. I quite like my life... well life in general and living and breathing and feeling the warm sun on my skin. Hearing the birds chirp in the morning, and the crickets at night. I have a lot of dreams and a whole lot of love. I love humanity and I hate them all at the same time. It didn’t used to be this way. I give so much love and friendship (as the sign of the Zodiac that is the most friendly, this is a core trait) and support. I don’t mind it, well I didn’t mind it, until I realized that I keep get nothing in return. And sometimes, not only do I get nothing, I also get used. That is a hard pill to swallow actually. Why do people have to be so cruel???
Jennidoll of (jennidoll.inc)Published 2 years ago in PsycheHow do I find the courage, to go out into the 'REAL' word AGAIN? When Covid broke my protective shield
OH DO I TRY - Music for most of my life was my happiness, was my safe space "My alchemist" as my shield- my protectors (the musicians -instruments /vocals). I'd sing along to entire cds for hours- SHIFT ME TO HIGHER VIBES- Had my love, loyalty, MY HEART... But 9 years now THAT I rarely sing. And since Covid struck & affected my friends who HELD / created THAT "SHIELD", I feel I lost my safe space ... Will there ever be another?? NOW WHAT IS SAFE? WHO IS SAFE TO BE AROUND ANYMORE THESE DAYS?
Bonnie JS EglinPublished 2 years ago in Psyche