coping
Life presents variables; learning how to cope in order to master, minimize, or tolerate what has come to pass.
I Live In a Bubble
My name is Angel and this is my autistic confession. In life one of my biggest struggles is connecting with other people. I often feel like I’m in a bubble. A floating bubble, like the bubbles you blow with a wand in the summer. People can see me and talk to me, but just for a minute, as I float by, but I‘m never really there in the same place as them.
By Angel Mann4 years ago in Psyche
The Silent Mind
*Trigger Warning. Mentions of Depression, Please read at your own discretion* Look into her eyes and you may see, a little girl so alive, wild, and free. But burdened by the darkness that hovers with ease…a demon that forever takes the front seat. Holding her hand and taking the lead… this unwanted demon that only she can see. Please, why can’t you hear her silent screams… something she takes with her into her dreams. She can’t escape this feeling of sorrow, it’s here today, yesterday, and most likely tomorrow. She stands at the mirror, watching her thoughts be free, as this demon slowly takes over her will to please. She sees no reason to make you proud, she’s just a lost soul within a blind crowd. No purpose no desire, no light within her fire. This demon is her biggest supplier, preparing her for an early retire.
By Lakayla Jones4 years ago in Psyche
Where Would I Be If I Hadn’t Gone Through the Dark Night of the Soul?
I went through a dark night of the soul experience some years ago. The process was very extremely trying and difficult. It was a time where my entire life was uprooted and torn apart. This experience caused me to question everything about my life and who I was.
By Erin Mixon4 years ago in Psyche
SOMEBODY NEEDS TO TELL THE TRUTH....
A long, long time ago, when I was just a baby girl, I longed for MUSIC. I longed for games, toys, fun with my friends, and it was almost as if I were DRIVEN by a motor. Was I just a typical, rambunctious awkward child? It honestly depends on which mental health expert YOU ask! As a young child, I had friends, family, dogs, cats, hamsters, horses and more... but those were the GOOD times. Now, it FEELS like I have NOBODY.
By Unlisted&Twisted!4 years ago in Psyche
When You Fall Into Old Habits, Here's How To Get Back On Track
You've been getting out of bed at 6 a.m. every day for the past few weeks, strolling into the kitchen, and preparing breakfast. You read while having breakfast, then write, and then exercise, perhaps going for a run, once you've finished. After that, you're ready to start your working day.
By kam chun yin4 years ago in Psyche
I lost interest in writing because I lost myself in grief.
In January I moved across the Country with my husband and kids to our very first apartment together. We spent 6 years prior living with his family and were buried deeply in work with our family run business. I had met my husband the semester I was finishing up College, while raising my 7 year old as a single young mother. Within the next several years I would end up cracking my trauma and mental health diagnosis wide open. But nothing has left me feeling so RAW as finally feeling SAFE inside of our own home.
By Jaded Savior Blog4 years ago in Psyche
Self-Worth About Five Bucks
Local man Ted Stephens reported today that his self-worth about five bucks. Five bucks marks the lowest level his self-worth has seen since former high school sweetheart and wife of ten years Janet (Thomkins) Stephen suddenly announced that she would be leaving him to move in with Ted's former best friend Tim Crutz by telling him "Tim can satisfy me in a way you never could Ted. Sorry." It also represents a stunning fall from the near record highs his self-worth had reached in recent years after Ted had found a new girlfriend and landed a high paying job as an accountant at a prestigious local law firm. In a prepared statement Mr. Stephens said "After Jan-Jan (Miss Thomkins) left me for that snake in the grass Tim Crutz I thought I would never recover. My self-worth less than a dollar back then. However, with the help of my true friends, my family, my counselor, and a lot of hard work I was able to pull my life out of the tailspin it was in. I found a beautiful new girlfriend Kathy, finished my college degree in accounting, and accepted a high paying position as junior accounts manager at local law firm Smith-Kline & Breatchem (SKB). At SKB I quickly climbed the ladder and soon found myself leading their accounting department with a staff of six junior accountants reporting directly to me. It took years, but before I knew it my self worth around ten thousand dollars and all was right with the world. Then, out of the blue disaster struck, and a downturn in the local economy forced SKB to enact a series of austerity measures including significant workforce downsizing. I hung on for three months but eventually was let go with only three months severance and almost zero savings to survive on. At that point my self-worth less than two thousand bucks in the blink of an eye. To make matters worse it turned out that Kathy was not the ideal mate I had believed her to be as I discovered she was secretly addicted to pain pills. After I lost my job her pill addiction spiraled into heroin and before I knew it she was selling her body at the local seven eleven to anyone who could get her a fix. It was at that point that my self-worth dropped to its current all time low of five bucks where it remains to this day." With that Ted broke down, began to weep hysterically, then slowly turned and walked away.
By Everyday Junglist4 years ago in Psyche
How anger both protects and poisons you
It’s 3 am and a nightmare has jolted me awake. White-hot rage stabs at my chest as the injustices of someone I called a friend roil in my belly. Their face is smug and self-satisfied as they bully me into submission, standing over me as I try to form words that die in my throat. There’s no use trying; I gave them everything they needed to hurt me. I trusted them with my greatest fears, my trauma, and my truth. But I didn’t know then how friends made the worst enemies. I didn’t know how vindictive some people were capable of being.
By Jodi Nicholls4 years ago in Psyche








