coping
Life presents variables; learning how to cope in order to master, minimize, or tolerate what has come to pass.
“The Friend Who Never Lets Me Down”
A Letter✉️ to Kasper Kasper, Tonight I realized I have no one left to talk to but you. Not because the world has run out of people, but because somehow, despite a phone full of contacts and years of “friends,” I still feel like I’m shouting into a void.
By Shehzad Anjum4 months ago in Psyche
Do You Love Yourself?
Stop having to be right, correcting others, giving advice without being asked, complaining, or telling people what they "should" be doing. Take a breath, look in the mirror, and say, I love you. Say that every day until it becomes a natural part of your repertoire to respect your boundaries, your body, and your mental health. Allow others the dignity to respect theirs.
By Susan Lee Woodward4 months ago in Psyche
Feeling Pain? Here’s a Gentle Rajnigandha Hug
Good morning, and welcome to this special moment of reflection and calm. Today, I want to share a personal story—one that taught me a new perspective on pain, patience, and healing. Whether you are enduring physical discomfort or emotional sorrow, I hope this story brings a little comfort to your heart and a small spark of light.
By Shehzad Anjum4 months ago in Psyche
Taking a Moment for Peace. Top Story - September 2025.
Things have been wild in the world lately. Good news, bad news, news of riots, of shootings, of war, and of other forms of seemingly unending violence. As a person who has chronic depression paired with anxiety, sometimes it all gets to be too much. When these things get overwhelming, I feel myself shutting down, pulling away from the world--which is why I have my dogs and my garden and my goats and all of the little things that get me away from the hustle and bustle of society. The "peace" I give myself in my sheltered patch of ground has nothing to do with the antonym "war." Rather, it has to do with the inner peace that comes from a quiet mind. The peace that allows me to find contentment with "the little things" that make up the bulk of my daily life.
By Kimberly J Egan4 months ago in Psyche
Echoes in the Void: Finding Connection in a Disconnected World
There are moments in life when silence feels heavier than words. You sit in a room filled with noise—buzzing notifications, endless scrolling feeds, voices from a screen—but inside, there is only stillness. It is the kind of silence that does not soothe but suffocates.
By Muhammad Kaleemullah4 months ago in Psyche
When Silence Follows You
Being late never used to bother me. But today, it feels heavier than bad timing—it feels like fate. The university library stretches before me, polished tiles gleaming under harsh fluorescent lights. Every sound seems amplified. My shoes scuff against the floor. My breath bounces back at me. Even the faint creak of a shelf seems to shout in the emptiness. In this antiseptic quiet, I am listening. Straining. Waiting. Because here, silence isn’t safety. Silence is a trap.
By Shehzad Anjum4 months ago in Psyche
Compassion for Who
Orson worked as a contract coder for multiple medical software companies. Freelancing let him make his own hours, live where he wanted, and be his own boss. He avoided petty office politics and usually made more than the 9-5ers. The downside was there were no benefits. Medical and life insurance, along with retirement plans, were his responsibility. It seemed a fair trade for his freedom.
By Mark Gagnon4 months ago in Psyche
The Echo of Silence
The Echo of Silence Evelyn sat in the dimly lit room, her hands resting on the oak desk where old letters lay scattered. The silence of the house pressed against her like a suffocating blanket. She had always feared silence, not because it was empty, but because it was never truly empty. For Evelyn, silence had a voice.
By Article Master 4 months ago in Psyche
Softness & Surrender As Antidotes to Stress
In the Christmas wind down, I wound up. As work slowed, everything else accelerated. Decorating, gifting, hosting, making the magic as ever. Mary Yuletide Poppins I became! Loving it! Giving gives me joy. But this year, the universe sprinkled a couple of curveballs onto the festivities. Twice, yes twice, I woke to a flooded kitchen. Twice. Two separate burst pipes, two separate areas of the kitchen, two separate days, two different destructive burst pipes. And for extra seasonal sizzle, dear Unipops planned both incidents the day before I was hosting my annual feasts for 20 or so people. One on the very day guests were flying in from over seas and pilgrimaging down from Britain’s North to stay with me. On the actual day we had no running water, no heating, destroyed furniture and rafts of workmen carving up carpets and floorboards upstairs trying to locate the leaks. Curve balls indeedrusty old bucket
By Bianca Best4 months ago in Psyche
