coping
Life presents variables; learning how to cope in order to master, minimize, or tolerate what has come to pass.
A Trichy Story
A Trichy story. Where do I start? Well, maybe right here because my hand keeps straying up to my head to pick at the bumpy, crusty scabs on my scalp. I better start typing something in order to occupy both hands, and make a start on this story. It is one of my stories, and one aspect of me. My name's Dandelion, and since the age of 5 I have been continually fighting an inner dance of detachment with my hair. Or more finely put, in the most part, my eyelashes and eyebrows.
By Dandelion Florence8 years ago in Psyche
Crafting In The Name Of...
The last few months before this recent breakthrough were filled with dark times that spun me around more than all the alcohol I was consuming. Depression has this way of taking and taking, but there's nothing to take so it gets agitated with you and all you want to do is sleep. There's all this noise around you that stills the clock, and you just want the time to pass quickly but it's stuck in slow motion like your head is.
By Nicole King8 years ago in Psyche
Owner
I’ve never been in charge of them, of those thoughts that plague me what seems like every waking moment. It wasn’t… they came on, after little comments from friends, one by one, just slowly, and I didn’t think anything of them, you know? Growing up, they’re expected, right? Teenage girls go through that phase of full-on doubt. Phases are phases, though. They end, not last for years. And this has lasted for years; it’s never dissipated, never gone away — just grown to the point where those thoughts are there all the time.
By Cassandra Townsend8 years ago in Psyche
Stir
I sat slumped low in my chair in the fluorescent waiting room, staring blankly at the posters on the walls. “5 Steps to Better Sleep,” I tried to read them but I lost interest. “Breaking the Cycle of Depression”, “YOU can prevent suicide”. Cartoon people in happy, bright colors danced across the glossy surface as I smirked. I avoided eye contact with other students sitting next to me in the arranged, upholstered chairs. Cheery women wearing headsets answered phones and made appointments behind glass windows at the front of the room. Plastic plants sat on wooden end tables that overflowed with self-help pamphlets and tissues. A small flower pot filled with some sort of beans held a bouquet of pens with different paper daisies duct taped to the ends. I chose purple.
By Erin Ebert8 years ago in Psyche
Being Honest about Mental Health
October 10 marked World Mental Health Day. As someone who suffers from depression and anxiety, mental health is something which plays a large role in my life on a day to day basis. There are many ways in which I could write this post — from my experiences of depression to how to handle a panic attack — but I would like to talk about something which I found helped me to understand, accept and ultimately combat my depression: honesty.
By Emily White8 years ago in Psyche
Introduction to F
There isn’t much I like to discuss with friends and or family. Over the years I learned that keeping everything on the “low” is a much better way of avoiding any sort of conflict. I might even update my profile so that, on the off chance, I don’t get recognized. My friends seem to think I have grown colder and at times I feel the same, but that’s not the case. I’ve grown, I have grown older, wiser, I have learned from my past mistakes. But I am still young and have much to learn, the process will sometimes suck but I’ll learn regardless.
By Fernando Gomez8 years ago in Psyche
When the Spiral Comes
Living with Borderline Personality Disorder hasn't been easy. In reality, I should say that knowing I have BPD is a struggle. Some people have said to me before, "You're the same person you were before you found out. Nothing has changed." But if you're someone like me or live with another disorder, you know that that's simply not the case. It feels as though my entire world has changed into a strange new map in a video game. I liked the first map I was playing in. I knew what I did at that time and, though it was confusing and scary at times, I knew how to navigate. I knew the safe places to take cover from the enemy. This new map, this new chapter in my life, though the same, is a brand new world. It's full of stigma, people who don't understand, and even more questioning who I am as a person.
By Sarah LeBlanc8 years ago in Psyche
It's Mental Health Day...
It's been two years since I attempted suicide. I constantly like to reflect on where I have been since my release from the Harlem Hospital's Psych Ward. In honor of Mental Health Day, or Mental Health Week (shit, let's make that a month!) I've decided to write about where I am today.
By Aurea Gonzalez8 years ago in Psyche
