coping
Life presents variables; learning how to cope in order to master, minimize, or tolerate what has come to pass.
3 Tips for Hypochondriacs . Top Story - February 2021.
If you read my article that I published for my birthday, then you will know a little bit about me. Long story short, I suffer from agoraphobia and hypochondria and have for a very, very long time now. You would have also probably noticed that I have written articles on coping with agoraphobia. Remember, I say coping, not cures. I have personally never found a cure, but I have found methods of coping that makes it less daunting to deal with. I have never written one about my hypochondria because until about 2019, I had never really found a coping mechanism for it.
By Annie Kapur5 years ago in Psyche
Mental Illness During the Pandemic
One of the biggest problems I have ever dealt with in my life has been my mental illness. I was diagnosed with Manic Depression as well as Bipolar Disorder 2 when I was 13. Though because I was so young my therapist now thinks that it might be some kind of personality disorder instead. Like BPD (Borderline Personality Disorder).
By Cheyenne Klein5 years ago in Psyche
Why I hate myself
Hopeful this won’t be too long. I knew I would become a disappointment to my parents eventually. I have two very loving parents who have given me everything, but I have only disappointed them with my negativity. I feel I will never be good enough at anything I want to pursue. I think I can’t retain the knowledge to its depth or retain it quickly. Often, it’s hard even to recall information, explaining and forgetting simple words in a sentence. I always feel there is something wrong with me, that I couldn’t be in a job learning a lot of information because I couldn’t contain it all.
By Annie Curran5 years ago in Psyche
Mental Health Awareness
Today I wanted to discuss something very important to me as an individual and something I feel should be spoken more about with clarity. It is a concept that has been underrated and hasn't had the power to influence many to feel okay about suffering with it. Mental Health Awareness; is a topic I want to elaborate on and will attempt in a few paragraphs as opposed to a 40-minute youtube video to elongate the simple details that are not known to many people, or spoken about enough.
By H E N N A J O U R N E Y5 years ago in Psyche
Monday Morning Self Discovery
As I was driving and daydreaming that day, Rolling Stones by Wild Rivers played. The first time it came on I just listened, then felt compelled to restart it, and this time I sang along. I was singing when a particularly large raindrop caught my eye as it hit the drivers side window, and behind that droplet was a house I’ve seen many times before. I thought about that house for a moment and my mind so generously gave me memories of when I first began working in this area. I would drive by that house every day and every day I would think to myself about how beautiful it was. A large colonial style home that had a particular warmth to it, the black shutters and door a wonderful contrast to ever pristine whiteness of it. Although it stood out wonderfully in the dreary December rain wearing it's wreaths proudly, I had always thought it looked magnificent. I remembered fondly how I would always crane my neck to look at it when I drove by. When did I stop doing that? It's still a beautiful home and I still believe in that fact but when did I stop looking to appreciate it? When did it subconsciously become another mundane part of my life, and is it possible I do that with everything? I thought about this as I was singing along and oddly enough, I realized that my eyes were filled with tears. Not a typical sort of welled up eyes, but the kind of tears that scratch from underneath the skin on your cheeks as if every ounce of sorrow is trying to escape through your pores. I think I was sad about more than a few things that I had yet to analyze, instead put in a locker in the pit of my stomach to save for a later time.
By Grace Burr5 years ago in Psyche
The Unseen Disease
Diarrhea doesn’t exactly create a feeling of closeness; colonoscopies aren’t exactly conducive to intimate moments. Whether by the choice of others or your own, disease only makes you more isolated. Especially when that disease isn’t readily seen by others, when the vast majority of it takes place in the bathroom.
By Beth Carlberg5 years ago in Psyche
Confusion:in words
Distractions. All I want to have. I look and look to find something to occupy my mind. I can’t listen to myself a second longer. My mind is so foggy and every night an inexplicable wave or some may say rush comes over mind. I want to feel, I want to stretch it all out. But it doesn’t work. Stretching it out, clenching my fists together won’t get it to go away. Talking. That isn’t an option. I don’t know how. Every time I waste time trying to seem fine, trying to make sense of things. I say sometimes I think these thoughts but that’s a lie to you, to myself even. I guess I say ‘sometimes’ because saying all the time or every night sounds too much like depression. I have been told that depression never goes away. I’ve also been told that ‘happiness’ is a choice. Then here, I choose happiness! I’m typing it I’m thinking it. I want it. But where is it when I need it. Nowhere. It’s a once in a moon feeling, and I hate that. I dwell on them moments, clinging onto the light they bring me .But that light, it’s burning. It’s out. It’s left the frame of my comical life and comically ill self. I’m smiling. Not because I’m happy but because I put it into words. Something I doubted I would ever be capable of.
By Zainab Rehman5 years ago in Psyche
A Story of Stuffies
My spouse and I are perhaps not the shining examples of adulting. This morning I had to literally call my parents to help me get out of bed. Our furnace had commitment issues last night and my spouse and I (the ones with arthritis) sleep in the basement. My joints froze to the point where I could not move and needed someone to pry me free.
By Karalynn Rowley5 years ago in Psyche
