coping
Life presents variables; learning how to cope in order to master, minimize, or tolerate what has come to pass.
Music Has Literally Saved My Life
Music is powerful. It has the ability to lift you out of dark and terrifying places that your mind tends to drift to when you feel alone, scared, depressed, etc. I was born in 1982, the time of big hair, boomboxes, The Breakfast Club, and the internet wasn’t really a thing yet. Music kept me company and was my friend throughout my childhood. I remember listening to the radio at night and having the sounds of Bon Jovi or Def Leppard fill my ears as I fell asleep. It was a simple time back then, just me and my music.
By Christina Scanlon7 years ago in Psyche
Who Needs a Therapist When (Pt. 9)
Today was not a bad day at work. Busy, but that's normal. Hectic, and chaos, but that's just what happens in a public library. Interpersonal drama is at a moderate average, because none would be impossible in a workplace that is 95 percent female, but no one is really pissy right now.
By Haybitch Abersnatchy7 years ago in Psyche
Dementia, the Cruel Killer
Rumor had it that he was the angel of death. All the ladies who wore tight, white or silver curls delivered to them in the beauty shop were convinced he was the angel of death. He came to work each day wearing his outfit, scrubs that were a slightly different color. That was their first clue and then the last two times somebody passed away, he was seen entering their room—only minutes before their death.
By Denise Willis7 years ago in Psyche
Spend a Few Moments Inside My Head
I often find myself sitting in my computer room and staring at a blank screen. I know I have the talent, I know I have the ideas, but the various questions and self-doubt keep me from typing the words onto the screen. I've always been told that I'm not good enough, that I would never amount to anything. And for 36 years, I believed it. I took to heart all the negative comments, the doubtful comments, the hateful comments. It became a part of me. Procrastination is never a good thing. It took me years upon years of sitting on my couch and crying over why my life isn't going the way I want and not doing anything about it, to realizing that in order to go where I wanted to in life, I needed to get up and actually do something with my life, open the floodgates of my writing to start the healing process of the thoughts in my head.
By Christina Scanlon7 years ago in Psyche
Who Needs a Therapist When (Pt. 5)
Me. I need a Therapist. Thank you internet for being one. All tips will go to someday affording a real professional. Back in high school, I used to do quite a lot of theater and public speaking. While my friends were plagued by nerves and stage fright, I, the anxiety- riddled mess that I was, had a unique stage fright gift. I'd still get a watery voice, the wobbling knees, the heart rate that stuttered and raced, I'd just get all of that after the presentation or play or song was over. Performing itself was like a trance—one where I couldn't focus on anything but what I was actively doing, one where the anxiety dialogue had to take a backseat until the important work was done.
By Haybitch Abersnatchy7 years ago in Psyche
Who Needs a Therapist When (Pt. 4)
Me. I need a therapist. Thank you internet for being one. All tips will go to someday affording a real professional. So, I've been having a motivation problem. Like, every other morning I wake up with my bones full of lead. I can push through to go to work, but when I need to be working from home, or doing personal projects or pretty much any average day, the hopelessness saps at me and I find myself unable to even get out of bed.
By Haybitch Abersnatchy7 years ago in Psyche
Who Needs a Therapist When (Pt. 3)
Me. I need a therapist. Thank you internet for being one. All tips will go to someday affording a real professional. So, I usually visit family for either Thanksgiving or Christmas. Every year. And every year it is incredibly stressful. Like, panic attacks and sleepless nights and even worse dreams and irregular period/weird body stuff kind of stress.
By Haybitch Abersnatchy7 years ago in Psyche
