coping
Life presents variables; learning how to cope in order to master, minimize, or tolerate what has come to pass.
Little Moments
I have sat and actually said to people I didn't know what it was like to be happy. That I have never truly been happy. Those words left my mouth on more than one occasion. However as I sit here today trying to think of something to write about, I keep coming back to these little moments I wish would have lasted longer. Moments I would love to have again. They replay in my mind now like a movie long lost and out of production. One that I've searched everywhere for but cannot find.
By Melissa Wilson4 years ago in Psyche
Why Me?
You just got out of work, it's late. You have to walk a mile and a half back home because the last bus left 10 minutes earlier, and you got of work 10 minutes too late. You dread the thought of having to trek it over a mile home, especially having been on your feet all day. But, tired or not, you begin the journey. Your mind is ruminating on other things: did I finish the load of wash? Did I remember to grab a gallon of milk? What time is my doctor's appointment next week? As your mind is wandering to numb the fatigue of having to expend even more energy after a long day, a man suddenly grabs your throat from behind, making sure to cover your mouth as to not let out a shriek. You're dragged behind a commercial dumpster in a pass-through alley, thrown to the ground, being threatened to keep your eyes shut, as your pants are taken off. And when it's all over, you're left in a state of confusion, dismay, DISGUST, and fear. You were just raped. Why me? How? Is this real? Did this just happen?
By AMERICAN EAGAL4 years ago in Psyche
My Phone is my Vent Machine
I do not know how to vent. Or at least not properly like a normal adult. Normal adults either go to therapy and talk it out or go to their friends to spill their hearts out for a little bit. Unfortunately I do not have the stable revenue for a therapist and I do not feel comfortable talking to my friends about deep emotional problems. Not that they can't handle it but I would prefer to let them deal with their own issues rather than having the burden of them listen to my ramblings plus their own stresses.
By Lovely Lucia4 years ago in Psyche
The Winged Rider.
He always rode late into the night, but this ride was different. As he looked forward it was bright, though it was the middle of the night. The road curved and glistened, as if it was made of gold. It was quiet, and he could hear the rustle of the leaves. On each side of the road we’re trees. Colors he had never seen before decorating the limbs.The bike he was just on, transformed. It had high handle bars and was black as night. The bike itself looked as though it was glowing! He had never seen anything dark somehow have a light reverberating from it. As he walked toward it, eager to ride he felt something tickle his back. As he turned to look for what had touched him he saw nothing. It happened again, confusion all over his face. Then he looked down toward his feet and there lied a single golden white feather. It seemed strange to him, because he saw no birds flying above him. He then looked over his shoulder, then he started to feel them. White and golden feathers adorned these massive beautiful wings. The most beautiful wings he had ever seen before. He shrugged his shoulders and he could move them! Like an arm or a leg. As he stretched them they felt heavy, but not too much to carry. Mae, I must be dreamin! He exclaimed. He leaped into the air, using his wings as if they had always been apart of him.
By Alaina Craft4 years ago in Psyche
The Complicated Experience of Opening Up
Questioning your diagnosis or thinking there may be more to the answer. Sometimes when I talk to my friends about their experiences, it feels like they finally got the answer they were looking for. As for me, I spent an extended part of my life trying to cope with depression and anxiety. While that still may be so, I still question. I wonder if there is more to the story. Like something is being ignored. It's a long journey but a complicated one.
By Norma Jane4 years ago in Psyche
Public Displays of Grief
I remember all the family was meeting at my grandma's house for a special occasion. Must have been a holiday or just a random Tuesday in the little town outside of Damascus where nightly family gatherings in the courtyard were the primary form of entertainment. A majority of the folks were outside but all of the women had congregated in one room and I wasn’t sure why. When I went to inspect, I saw Khalto (Auntie) sitting on a chair sobbing. Her eyes were crying so hard they seemed like they wanted to escape her head. All the other women gathered around, consoling her. Immediately I walked out of the room and started to joke with my cousin who was playing it off like her mother was being ridiculous. She herself was probably experiencing the same pangs of hurt but didn’t want to feel the blow at the moment since, after all, it was her younger brother who had died when she was just a kid. I later found out through some murmurings that on the walk over Khalto had seen a child run into the street and get hit by a car which sent her into a flashback of her own son getting hit and killed by a car nine years earlier. The pain was so raw, so ever present and there was no hiding it.
By Maesia Farah4 years ago in Psyche
Lost, and Six Months Alone
I, like most people, had one of the worst years imaginable in 2020. The pandemic is a given, naturally. But then I lost my sister, a beloved dog, and an Aunt in a matter of four months. I struggled with crippling depression throughout the year. Then a week shy of the anniversary of what I consider the start of the worst year ever (March 12th), and the day after I received my first dose of the Covid-19 vaccine, my ex sat me down and broke up with me, then moved out the next day. So this year, 2021, hasn't been much better in many ways.
By Frank Shaw4 years ago in Psyche
