coping
Life presents variables; learning how to cope in order to master, minimize, or tolerate what has come to pass.
How Gastroparesis Has Changed my Mind
I have struggled with anxiety and depression all my life. I thought I had a good handle on things. And then I was diagnosed with a chronic illness called gastroparesis. I was not prepared for the dive my head was about to take.
By Evangeline Morningstar5 years ago in Psyche
Can you have sober reasoning?
If you research and study anything for long enough, you will come closer to understanding the basis of your subject. For most of my life, I had a reason for everything I did. But continually, my reasoning was based upon expediency. You see, I followed what I thought was the Epicurean pleasure principle. Not the real one, but the one that has been widely promoted in the general media.
By Robert John Kennedy5 years ago in Psyche
Escape to the deepest world
Sometimes, exclusion is a good thing. I'd prefer not to be lured into acceptance, only to find vanity and delusion there. A frown or sarcastic remark may contain more treasure than the smile of some fake resting face. A wound in season is a most faithful friend, so please, intimidate my pride with a critical gaze.
By Brigida Levonna5 years ago in Psyche
My Depression Nancy
Everyday I wake up and tell myself I will take care and do right for myself and by my family. Then I come back to reality and in about ten minutes; I’m on the couch wrapped up like a burrito and telling my kid to grab a Capri-Sun and pop tart for breakfast because I’m just so unbelievably unmotivated I can’t make myself move. As a mother you’d think I would live for my child and use her as the ultimate motivation, but sometimes the post partum depression just doesn’t go away. Or in my case it was like welcoming back the worst best friend I’ve ever had. Let me introduce you to Nancy: my Depression. Nancy comes and goes as she pleases but for a small period of time I really thought I had moved on and away from her.
By Alison Williams5 years ago in Psyche
Mosaic
I gaze at the stranger that stands in front of me, staring at me. She’s a reflection of me that I can’t recognize anymore. When I lean closer to her, I notice that her eyes are like small windows. I could see everything she was keeping inside of her. I saw all of her sadness, pain, and anger. She still had a small remnant of her soul left, lingering somewhere deep inside there. But despite all of the darkness and hurt, I saw through her lifeless eyes, I saw something that caught my attention. It was a small little glint of something that I haven’t seen in a while… I saw love.
By Daniel Blount5 years ago in Psyche
Depression is in Love with Twitter
This is the unfortunate love story between Depression and Twitter. So, I have depression. I possibly also have a form of bipolar disorder. Not sure. My last psychiatrist was really bad and diagnosed me after meeting me for the first time, which is a shame because the first psychiatrist I ever saw was really good. Anyway, back to the topic.
By Jay Cordero5 years ago in Psyche
How I Saved Myself and Overcame Bullying
As a painfully shy, socially awkward kid, I was no stranger to bullying. I desperately wanted to fit in but I was so bad at conversing, I often became the target. I was pretty "thin-skinned" back then, and often times I would cry out of frustration or because kids were picking on me.
By Melanie Zeanah5 years ago in Psyche




