coping
Life presents variables; learning how to cope in order to master, minimize, or tolerate what has come to pass.
Drug Abuse & Mental Illness
An 18 year old like myself, who struggles with depression, anxiety, and bipolar disorder, often finds herself too caught up in her own mind trying to analyze whether or not she's doing good enough, if she did everything she needed to get done, and if she's being mindful of other people in her life, but it all just turns into a recipe for disaster when she does this. Me, that is. How can such innocent thoughts cause disaster in one's life? Easy. Throw in mental illness, and that can feel like the whole disaster itself.
By Majestic Healing8 years ago in Psyche
5 Tips on Dealing With Anxiety From an Anxious 22-Year-Old. Top Story - November 2017.
All mental health problems can be a drag, but today I’m going to talk about anxiety as its the one on my mind (quite literally). The way we experience anxiety does not only vary from person to person, it can change day to day. Because of this, I have developed things that help me cope with my middling to bad days which I thought I would share because it might help someone if they feel the same. So here are five tips from an anxious 22-year-old:
By Rowan Catherine8 years ago in Psyche
I Am Suicidal
I am suicidal. But I'll be okay, because I have to be. A lot of people who know me really well don't even know this about me. This is because—well, for years now—I've been putting on a happy face, pretending everything's alright. Don't get me wrong, a lot of the time everything is alright, but there are just some days where it would be easier if...
By Kelsey Park8 years ago in Psyche
Pleasing
I have come to the realization that I have been an anchor point for so many people lately, that I haven't been an anchor point for myself. Why did I come to that realization? Because I am beginning to realize that I haven't been taking care of myself the way I wanted or should have been.
By Joy Ergang8 years ago in Psyche
Afraid of the Dark No More
I spent years being afraid of the dark. As a child I felt terrified of the dark but I never knew why. I had conjunctivitis at the age of three and woke up with my eyes glued shut with muck but I already felt afraid of the dark by then. My mother used to think it was because I watched horror movies with my dad (before I was three) but I already felt the fear before then. As I grew and learned I became more and more afraid of the dark until...
By Gabriella Grace8 years ago in Psyche
Are You MAD?
Hello, before I say anything let me ask you; What if you are? Mad, that is. What then? What will you do? These questions play a special part, you see. For if you turn out to be mad, then the next step is very important. Seeing how you go about it, that is.
By Giosis Santini8 years ago in Psyche
Let's Talk About Mental Health as Writers
As I’m writing this, I’m sitting in the library of my university, desperate to be productive. I have a brand new notebook, brand new pens (coloured fine-liners to be snazzy!), and an iced soy chai latte from Starbucks. All of these things give me the illusion that I’m about to do something big, but that’s not always the case.
By Sharna Bennett8 years ago in Psyche
Life on the Edge
Everything was fine — at least that's what everyone around me thought. I was happy, dancing around, laughing out loud and having the greatest time of my life. I had everything I ever wanted, or at least that’s what they thought I wanted. All things considered I should be grateful for what I have or had. But, when the lights were turned off and there was no one around, the smile turned into a frown and tears flowed down my cheeks. Many nights I cried myself to sleep with a heavy heart. It was the only way to relive the pain… to feel whole in some way. Relive the heaviness. In the morning, I was the happiest person you'd ever meet. The smile and joy was back on my face. Truth be told, I was never happy, but being "happy" meant no one would keep asking me "what is wrong?" or say "you need to talk about it." See, being “happy” meant no more questions, no one trying to pry into my life. But I was never happy, I was alone with my thoughts.
By Irene Maina8 years ago in Psyche












