coping
Life presents variables; learning how to cope in order to master, minimize, or tolerate what has come to pass.
Healing Through Presence
Facing Profound Pain Dealing with profound pain is not easy. It takes courage to face it. Sometimes, we feel neglected, abandoned, alone, unloved, betrayed, and uncared for. Sometimes our mind spirals. But with discernment, we understand that pain talks loudly — but not the truth. Pain is not reality.
By Nadia Cardosoa day ago in Psyche
I Was Never Highly Functional. Content Warning.
The Myth of Being “Normal” I would like you to understand that highly functional individuals of any kind don’t exist. I couldn’t look people in the eyes when I was a child. Even saying “good morning” was difficult for me. The person was already behind me by the time I could reply. I felt like my voice wouldn’t come out. But people think that we need to be normal and act the way they expect us to.
By Nadia Cardosoa day ago in Psyche
Watch Out Wednesdays - 2/25/26 (Opinion)
We are already nearing the end of February. With 28 days, this month always seems to go by really fast whether or not it's a Leap Year. Here are some tips that will help you get through the remaining five-sixths of this year.
By Adrian Holman2 days ago in Psyche
Broken Pieces
It's been almost three months. I tried to fall for you slowly, easily, so I could protect my heart. Those attempts failed. You are so kind, considerate, and empathetic. I felt that when you looked at me, you saw me all the way to my soul. The physical attraction was immediate and intense. Two lost and broken souls just trying to find their way home. The first time I looked into your sky-blue eyes, I saw sadness, I saw exhaustion, and the vast emptiness that comes from just giving up. However, in each other, we found hope. I could see that spark of hope in your eyes. That you wanted this to be real just as much as I did, something to hold onto, something true, something that could last a lifetime and not just until things got too hard. We moved in together pretty quickly due to life and circumstances. Honestly, we needed each other to hold on to at night. I know now that your life has been riddled with demons, pain, depression, anxiety, ptsd and so many triggers from your past. You have never been given the right mental tools to move through your pain and torment. So, you have just remained silent and swallowed your pain. No one should have to hold that much pain alone. It has been a task trying to help you, but also hold space for my own well-being, but I want you to know that you are worth it to me. You are not too broken and will never be too broken. I want to show you that I can hold space for both your mental health and my own. We both have so much going on in our minds, and we both try to hold each other up as best we can. When your demons come out to play, I try to slay them or at least make them shut the fuck up, and you do the same for me. We can hold each other, cry, scream at the world, go break shit together, or just sit in silence. I'm trying to learn what you need in your moments of mental health crisis, and I can tell you're trying to learn what I need as well. Have you ever heard of the term "hot mess"? That describes us perfectly. But we are perfectly imperfect. I am your Juliet, and you are my Romeo, as cheesy as that sounds. I swear we're going to be okay. I swear we're going to get healthy together. I've already done some work myself, but we are a team now, and we have to work together. I'm not leaving you. Where you go, I go, together forever. Mental health is a cruel mistress that holds no prisioners. You are such a beautiful soul that has come into my life, and you've helped me in so many ways. You help add structure in my life, you help with my daughter, you're my friend I can talk through my day and emotions with, my partner I can figure out life with, my lover, when I can't breathe because of a panic attack, you hold me and talk me through it. I wouldn't go back to being alone. I want you, all of you, even the broken pieces, because you take me and my broken pieces. Life is full of broken pieces, but what makes it better is to find that special someone who will hold both you and your broken pieces and still say I love you no matter what.
By Lindsey Altom2 days ago in Psyche
Who Do You Look Up To?
My name is Elizabeth, and I am a survivor of sexual abuse and trauma. I endured things, terrible things when I was growing up. I was just a young sprout, but my lack of years and stature, failed to tell everyone what I had already lived through and seen with my young eyes.
By Elizabeth Woods3 days ago in Psyche
The Chocolate Addiction We Don’t Talk About: Surviving the Final Days of a Job Sweetly
It does not matter as to whether or not you are a chocolate aficionado, or a sweet tooth seems to be genetically ingrained in you; or you can't stand chocolate, whether or not you are addicted to this popular cocoa indulgence that was once a form of currency (fun fact); the binge sessions (despite healthy magnesium levels) takes over at least a couple of days before ending a long tenure at a job, whether working for yourself on a freelance or contract arrangement, or for others.
By Justine Crowley4 days ago in Psyche
A couple of journal entries and a writing exercise
Journal prompt by Marie Howe in “Radical receptivity” from “The book of alchemy” by Suleika Jaouad (In short and in my own words: “I don’t want to write about” as the opening line (or “I want to remember”) and continuing from there)
By Maya Or Tzur6 days ago in Psyche
Let's Turn Crappy into Happy
Sometimes, when you are in a rut, doing something nice for someone else can help. It may sound funny, and you might ask yourself how helping someone else out helps you. Nevertheless, it does. You can start small. You can help a friend reorganize his or her garage. You can volunteer in the community. You could even find things in your house that you no longer need and donate them. It doesn't have to be something showy or large. It just needs to help other people.
By Nicole Higginbotham-Hogue7 days ago in Psyche
