coping
Life presents variables; learning how to cope in order to master, minimize, or tolerate what has come to pass.
You Can Also Write When You're Sober
One of my biggest reservations about quitting drinking was that I thought I wouldn't be able to write. Alcohol lubricated my fingers as they swept over the keyboard, typing out what was flowing from my head. Sometimes it was a breached dam and other times it was a gentle, meandering creek. Whichever it was, alcohol was my canoe.
By Aly Gulamhusein5 years ago in Psyche
Is This Reasonable? This Stopped Me Killing Myself.
March 2020. Covid had just hit Ireland and it was announced we would be going into lockdown (our first of many as it turns out). I had just managed to make an appointment with the local Pieta House (a suicidal prevention and mental health support centre). I was probably one of the last people they had in face to face. From then on my counsellor (Amanda) would contact me through bi-weekly phone calls. I should explain that I was not suicidal and depressed because of Covid. It didn't help but rather my low state was due to my situation in life.
By Conor Matthews5 years ago in Psyche
Drowning my sorrows in Chocolate
No matter how happy or fulfilling your life is we all have off days. We all have times when we are down in the dumps. We feel like things fall out of place from time to time. We go through; break ups, job changes, loss of loved ones and the list of things that get us down goes on and on. When life seems to continuously through us curve balls we look for ways to deal with the stress. Things to make us feel better about ourselves and lift us up. We all have different ways of dealing with life’s problems. Some of us turn to drinking or drugs. Some turn to more physical healthier stress relievers such as; boxing, crafts, rock climbing and what ever else. Many of us turn to food. A big one in particular with the ladies (and now my self) is chocolate.
By Paul whiddon 5 years ago in Psyche
Chrysalis
Chelsea sat on the worn carpet of the master bedroom, a smooth drumstick in her hand. Years of traffic had matted the beige surface to little, scratchy nubs beneath her bare legs. Afternoon light filtered in through the open blinds. She sat cross legged with her children around her. Ashton, seventeen, with his jaw length hair, parted in the middle, patted a drum beat on the practice pad that lay on the floor between them. Chloe and Stella, fourteen and ten, respectively, also banged on the black, octagonal surface with long sticks.
By Chelsea Walker5 years ago in Psyche
How Sewing Saved my Sanity
I am known as a very strong individual. I work alone day after day as a private investigator. Hour after hour sitting beside the road waiting for miscreants to do what they do. I've been at gunpoint, stranded in snow storms, and sick as a dog on the road with no one to help. But that's life. And life goes on. Rarely have I faced anything that would cause me to miss a day of work or unsettle my mental equilibrium.
By Betty Stallard5 years ago in Psyche
Counting My Blessings Despite the Pain Is What I Decide To Choose Any Day
Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional! — Haruki Murakami Saying that my 30 plus-hour-trip from Tunisia to Brazil was exhausting would be an underestimation. My first flight from Tunis to Frankfurt was at 2 am. My beloved furry kid was terrified and too agitated.
By Myriam Ben Salem5 years ago in Psyche
A True Story: What It is like To be Homeless.
I have told many stories of my past. Many of which are deeply painful. This story is about my experience of struggling to survive as a young homeless person. Many people today have at least some support with homelessness, but I survived my ordeal alone. Before you read further, this is no light-hearted story. It is revealing and honest without anything hidden, but it must be told.
By Carol Ann Townend5 years ago in Psyche
compulsive exercising? how & why can't I stop? How did I get here
I'm going to start this by saying, currently at this moment... it's very hard for me to sit still and write this rather than engage with compulsively exercising. It's hard to recognize that sitting still is much harder for moving for me because it causes me not to be able to use movement as a distraction and essentially as a form of dissociation (more on this later). as you read this, I hope if you identify, you have compassion with yourself and just remember to try your hardest to meet yourself where you are (something I've NEVER been good at/wonder if it will ever become a strength of mine). Let's dive in
By Shahn Mcknight (Shahn Donovan)5 years ago in Psyche
