coping
Life presents variables; learning how to cope in order to master, minimize, or tolerate what has come to pass.
Physician, Heal Thy Self
I have kept a journal since I was old enough to know how to write. I have documented almost every moment of my whole life, and more importantly than that, I have recorded my feelings on the things that have happened to me. I don't do this because I think my life or thoughts are particularly note worthy, but because it is a coping mechanism.
By Paige Graffunder7 years ago in Psyche
One Kiss
It's amazing how one kiss can change your life, for better or for worse. Kissing is supposed to be healthy and improve a number of different things for you; that intimacy. Intimacy is something that I fear, not because it means that I get close to the individual, but because they get close to me. Once close, you can manipulate, lie, deceive, and fake feelings.
By Elijah Taylor7 years ago in Psyche
Thoughts About Giving Up
Sometimes things have beaten me down so bad that I almost want to give up. Life becomes so hard and it seems like everything is just falling down around me. It becomes frustrating to the point of having me sobbing in tears and then the thoughts hit my mind.
By Brandi Payne7 years ago in Psyche
The Importance of Mental Health
Do you have a family member or close friend who struggles with a mental illness? According to the National Alliance on Mental illness, one in five adults suffer from a mental illness. Nearly one in 25 adults suffer from a serious mental illness causing it to noticeably interfere with or limit one or more major life activities. That is 43.8 million adults in the United States who suffer from a mental illness. Out of those individuals 41 percent seek out help and treatment.
By Adelia Pratico7 years ago in Psyche
Dealing with Anxiety
Please note: This article is not intended to diagnosis or prescribe a treatment for any mental or physical health issues. If you feel you may have an anxiety disorder or a physical health problem causing you anxiety, please see a qualified therapist and/or physician. If you have any health problems, which you believe may be aggravated by any of these exercises, please consult a physician before beginning these exercises.
By Holly Paine7 years ago in Psyche
Desperate for the Need to Rise
I live in Seattle. That means during the winter it will rain almost every day, and the sun doesn't rise until after 7 AM and sets at 4 PM. This is only November, so as the year progresses towards the solstice, the daylight hours will only get shorter. I work extremely long hours as well, so I am in darkness for two to four hours before the sun rises, and am often at work four to six hours after it sets. During the winter months, I live my life in the damp dark embrace of my city. I love it here and wouldn't trade even this for anywhere else in the world. But on days like today, weeks like this week, when sleep is a precious commodity I am not taking advantage of, and the worries of my mind press close, it is hard to be cheerful in the absence of the light. I am sure that there are others struggling similarly, and so I thought I would give you five things that help me stay afloat—when the world goes dark and the only constant is the rain.
By Paige Graffunder7 years ago in Psyche
When Suicide Takes a Loved One
When I was 14 and a freshman in high school, there was a new girl in my class. We'll call her Lynn. She was my age; just a month older than me, actually. To be honest with you, I don't remember if we had any classes together, and I don't remember how exactly I'd met her. And she suffered from depression. Depression bad enough, that though she was on medication and had tried several different coping mechanisms, therapists, etc., she still succeeded in taking her own life. I was 17 and a senior in high school when it happened. I'd like to offer some coping techniques for those whom have had a loved one succeed in taking their own life.
By Kristin Lee7 years ago in Psyche
A Manifesto of Anxiety
I was born with this disease, this disorder. I honestly never noticed it “coming on” until I was in fifth grade. I have suspicions that my father might’ve known sooner. As a child, I was uncomfortable around strangers and nearly never spoke with my peers. The teachers had said that I was anti-social. They suspected that I had mental disabilities. However my family never admitted that I ever had a problem. I just thought that I wanted to be alone with my books. However, one day I felt myself becoming so lonely.
By Olive Octavius7 years ago in Psyche
