coping
Life presents variables; learning how to cope in order to master, minimize, or tolerate what has come to pass.
The Continuing Stories of Those We Loved and Lost
Clinical psychologist Dr. Kim Bateman wrote an article for TED Ideas in October of 2017 detailing her fractured journey toward acceptance of the death of her 21 year old brother in a skiing accident in 1990. In her article, she proposes that those who have died may be immortalized through ritualistic reverence; that is, by setting aside your late brother's favorite glass of wine at Christmas, or by visiting your aunt's favourite beach once a year, you bring them back to life in the very process of allowing them to impact your physical behavior. In physics we understand that every movement on earth is catalyzed by a cause; if you visit that beach, or set aside the glass, your lost loved one has in a way reached across the veil and engendered something in the living world.
By Darragh Joyce7 years ago in Psyche
Dealing with Demons
Demons. Lurking in the shadows. Hiding under our beds. Creeping up from behind us. Waiting to jump at us. An endless stalk from the dark corners in the world around us, and the deep recesses of our minds. You can’t run from it, and even if you do it will somehow return. A little stronger than before, a little more vicious, a little hungrier. Everyone is haunted by a personal demon. Each unique and distinct, almost bespoke tailored to their owner. Feeding on hopes and dreams, wants and needs, aspirations and goals. It’s an endless battle to keep it or them at bay or lest be swallowed whole by the endless abyss.
By Harie Calder7 years ago in Psyche
Battling With Mental Illness
I am a soon to be 48-year-old woman who battles with multiple disorders every day. I was diagnosed with major depressive disorder, severe anxiety, social anxiety disorder, post traumatic stress disorder or PTSD for short. I have had it for many years, and when I was in my teens, you could say that I had suicidal tendencies that love to take over.
By Brandi Payne7 years ago in Psyche
Dirty Snow
Dirty Snow She had never seen snow that color—a blended mix of grays and browns from the line of footsteps that had been walked over it, with holes from heels and imprints of sneakers left behind. The path towards the grave was covered in piles of snow since no one deemed it necessary to clean out a path in a graveyard. It made sense, she thought, it’s not like it’s residents could walk, and if you believed in ghosts they would be floating above the snow. Her feet dragged in it, heavy, like her heart. Her body shook from cold, but also from despair. Her eyes had been stained with tears for the past week. No amount of moisturizer could smooth over the circles beneath her eyes. No amount of foundation could cover the tired look on her face. Even when she wasn’t wearing black, people could tell she was mourning. Yet, today of all days, the day of his burial, she hadn’t shed a tear. She was as numb inside from the sadness as her body was outside from the cold.
By Victoria Nicolova7 years ago in Psyche
ADHD in Adulthood: My Journey Through Misconceptions
My thoughts were all over the place when the doctor gave the final diagnosis, but for those with ADHD, that’s not a new experience. Some of these thoughts I’ll simply have to live with, such as 'how much easier would some things have been if I had known earlier?' or 'what else could I have accomplished?' But there are other thoughts I now have answers to, like how it was missed, if medication is the right option, and what my life might look like after this.
By Joshua Stanley7 years ago in Psyche
Why Putting Up a Front Sucks
The front is something we mentally ill people are good at putting up. We hide behind a veneer of positivity just because we are paranoid about somebody feeling sorry for us. The dreaded dead-end pity party is something we hate. While I know most people do not waste their energy feeling sorry for me, one old classmate a year older than myself loves to lace her voice with pity despite trying to sound positive. To which I say, what the hell? Why waste your pity on me? I’m not deserving of it. Certainly, she has issues relating to me without pity.
By Iria Vasquez-Paez7 years ago in Psyche
