coping
Life presents variables; learning how to cope in order to master, minimize, or tolerate what has come to pass.
Finding the Perspective that Serves
The transformation from self-less to self-love, gracefully maintaining unconditional love. What does it mean to have unconditional love? How to balance boundaries, self-care, service to others, compassion, empathy, instinct, intuition, logic, patterns, conditions…to break free of the chains of our history and to approach each day as a blank canvas. Clearing and releasing that which doesn’t serve the greatest good of a vision of bliss. Seeking transformation, faced with the cycle of lessons, striving to change reactions to grow from a higher place. What vibration do I choose? How to live in that vibration through being faced with old patterns.
By Starhead Stoneground5 years ago in Psyche
The Saviour Needs a Saviour
I never expected to grow up and regret the beautiful life that was given to me. But here I am; sad and guilty. Sad and guilty due to impressionable qualities that sink into my skin faster than my fears of overruling my decisions to continue on with existing in a sadder than sad type of manor. I may or may not be upset over many other things in one way or another. Had such a heavy heart and empty mind. Miserable if I could call it anything. Doubtful that I had any joys to make me feel okay! And... it’s not even close to being okay. The pain of not being able to explain myself on time or saying the proper things first is a burden of mine and I don’t wish to get to know anybody in ways where they would care about me or my life. I just want to keep hiding. But now I’m an independent adult that’s scared of trying the normal adult habits because she had no childhood practice for normal things that kids in the same line of standing could complete but she couldn’t.
By Keanna Barry 5 years ago in Psyche
Parting Gift
Parting Gift By: Carie Johnson Dusk deems the cityscape elusive, mottled and unknowable. I walk through tunnels of foreign conversations and streetlights boasting marble and steel. The lights fold into greys smitten with speckles of gold and jasper. My shoes fleeting beneath me astute and alight. I drag a comb through the city until the thoughts of men before me fall at my wonderment. Architecture, rusting archaic tells the tale of industrial pining. And I a cellist meet a fate so strung out. It’s my twenty eighth birthday and blown is the candle of my youth. I breathe in deeply the pixelated reeking of my conundrum. A stray cat stares at me as I turn the corner. Wearily, I blink until the city is gone.
By Carie Johnson5 years ago in Psyche
Coronavirus: How To Face And Overcome The Fear Of Contagion?
It is at the center of almost every conversation. Nowadays, nothing else is being talked about. The coronavirus has become a global problem affecting thousands of people around the world and there are already fears that it could develop into a pandemic of hitherto unknown dimensions.
By creatorsklub5 years ago in Psyche
My Creek
Everyone out there feels like they are not special to anyone. That there do not deserve to be here, that the world would be better off without then. Then reason why they feel that way is because they suffer from either Depression, PTSD, or Anxiety. In my story I will explain to you my why and how I deal with it day my day.
By Misty Callow5 years ago in Psyche
Piece of Mind
(Letter to Mom) Mom, You know that little black notebook I always have on me? I’m thinking about turning parts of it into a book and sending it in to be considered for publication. I have so many full little black books that I’ve written in since I was young. The notebook ended up feeling like part of my brain. I needed it to act as my memory since I seemed to have such a terrible one! Remember the first time I asked for a small notebook? I think I was like 12. Life got so much easier once I learned to use the notebook to remember things. There are hundreds of ideas written in all of my notebooks, from lists, to poems, to rants, and everything in between. I pulled out a few that I’m thinking of sending in. Check them out and let me know what you think? Good idea, or bad idea? I’m thinking of calling it “Piece of Mind.”
By Amy Stowell5 years ago in Psyche
Escape Me
Outside the sealed door, a clock sings its noon lullaby. Inside the stone walls lies a body covered completely by a sheet, a bolted desk paired to a chained chair, and a flashing orange light perched in the north facing corner of the room. The light meticulously cascades the damp walls in a rotary pattern, examining every inch of its existence.
By Mason McCoy5 years ago in Psyche
