coping
Life presents variables; learning how to cope in order to master, minimize, or tolerate what has come to pass.
What Can You Expect in an Inpatient Drug Rehabilitation Treatments in Bensalem Pennsylvania
An inpatient drug rehab in Bensalem, PA, focuses on the recovery of individuals from substance abuse. The treatment for addiction is often a combination of therapy and medication. Inpatient treatment is usually a 30-day program and requires a medical detox. Patients who are unable to complete an inpatient program are often transferred to an outpatient program. Inpatient drug rehab in Philadelphia, PA, is generally 90-day programs.
By Shaunte Harley4 years ago in Psyche
How I Am Seeking out My Hidden Bookworm This Year for My Mental Health
I have to say I am not a fan of New Year resolutions. Mainly because I have applied for enough gym memberships in January, that I could own my own gym. None of these I have visited more than five times, yet still, I get suckered into paying for a year. Forbes says 80% of New Year's resolutions are abandoned in February. This year is different though, I have made a resolution I am determined to keep.
By Sam H Arnold4 years ago in Psyche
The 3-Month Sleep Experiment (2021)
This is the 3rd and final part of my 3-month "experiment", during which I have stopped using recreational cannabis in order to have dreams that I have recorded, largely for upcoming therapy. The idea was to see if the dreams are as dark and stressful as they were before I began using recreational cannabis about 7 years ago and found that using it allowed me dreamless sleep; sweet oblivion.
By Megan Baker (Left Vocal in 2023)4 years ago in Psyche
Tasting the bitterness of love is a most miserable phobia in life
How can it say that Love is bitter as it always remains a reason for happiness? The answer should be expected from those who have been engulfed in this beautiful. But when the suffering feeling gets involved it also depicts the bitter side as well. It is always a natural myth that every aspect of life includes both negative and positive sides.
By Wajiha Khan4 years ago in Psyche
Afternoon Delight
I remember as a teen-age boy, I would love to sit on my bed during the afternoons when I was home, daydream and then fall into a nice nap. Daydreaming enhanced my imagination and boosted my confidence. (After all, I did strike out Reggie Jackson in the bottom of the ninth inning in game seven of the world series - the Met's finally beating the Yankees. Or accepted an Academy Award for my acting in the Best Movie of the year.)
By Freddy Zalta4 years ago in Psyche
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 Fahed4 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 Vaughn4 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 Markham4 years ago in Psyche
