coping
Life presents variables; learning how to cope in order to master, minimize, or tolerate what has come to pass.
Internal Battle
Hello. My name is Brittany and I am currently 22 years old. I want to talk about the reason why I started sharing my work on Vocal. For several years I have battled anxiety and depression. Which is worse, I am not sure. Sometimes they work together, and other times it’s as though they’re working separately. Every single day is a struggle. Some days are worse than others, and some days are relatively good days. Most days are normal. Normal for me is something I wish nobody would ever have to experience especially daily. Everything I write is inspired by my own personal experiences. I want to share these in the hopes that maybe they will reach someone who desperately needs to know that they are not alone.
By Brittany Schroeder5 years ago in Psyche
A Letter to Myself
Dear Grace, The end of you and *Charles was a long time coming, and you very much knew that. But try not to beat yourself up too hard, most people take several attempts before ending a toxic relationship for good. Be proud of yourself for finally having the courage to do it and stick with your decision firmly. The truth is, you went through what most people could probably not handle in 2020. Your relationship with *Sam ended in a fiery mess, causing him to more or less kick you out, causing you to live your life constantly on edge without thinking much. It was very understandable that you were lonely! You just wanted someone to be by your side while you were going through literal hell.
By Grace Linn5 years ago in Psyche
Dealing with Grief Mindfully : How to Step into Surrender
Sometimes it feels like your stomach falls through the floor. There’s a hollow ache in your chest. Your throat closes as tears sting your eyes. It feels like a piece of you is missing. You feel lonely, afraid, and uncertain. Forgive me if I sound dramatic - but that’s how grief feels to me.
By Sierra Vandervort 5 years ago in Psyche
Love Isn't Supposed to Hurt
“I HATE YOU!” My heart rates accelerating with each childlike shriek and I remind myself this is temporary, and exhale any negative feelings for a whole 4 seconds. 5 minutes later I hear myself say “You don’t know what you're talking about!” And instantly; the shame that washes over me is bittersweet; a terrible feeling but affirmation that I still have emotions at all.
By The Good Wives Guide to True Crime5 years ago in Psyche
Made Of Moments
Meditation. It has a way of bringing me to the present moment. Getting me out of my head and guiding me back to myself. It has trained me to slow down. To better witness emotions as they arise. And most importantly, it has taught me to embrace the pause. To take my time to respond authentically, rather than react without care or intention.
By Julia Durnin5 years ago in Psyche
'I refuse to see a suicide attempt as something to be ashamed of' - How my mental health survived the pandemic
“In a world where you can be anything, be kind” as Caroline Flack so rightly put; being kind to others is important to secure a happier world, being kind to yourself is just as crucial. Many people out there, I included, like to put others before themselves and it’s at that point where you don’t realise how much you’re actually falling apart inside. Slowly, piece by piece, everything you have built up begins to crumble before your eyes, but it’s too late to recover from that.
By Lewis Jefferies5 years ago in Psyche
Uncovering the Silence
Two weeks? They can't be serious. This must be some kind of practical joke. I can't survive two DAYS on my own, let alone two weeks. I always find excuses to talk to family and friends outside, keep myself talking. I can't stay stuck in my own head or else I start losing it. Keeping me here in an isolated, empty space for two weeks is just asking for something to go wrong.
By Jamie Lammers5 years ago in Psyche
Green with Envy
I’m a jealous person. It’s not pretty. And it is why social media is a tricky place for me. And by tricky, I mean like toxic fiery tar pits. I don’t have the constitution for it. I say that a lot, “I don’t have the constitution for it.” It’s a heady way of being self-deprecating without overtly putting myself down. I’m good like that.
By Mandy Osterhaus Ream5 years ago in Psyche
