coping

Life presents variables; learning how to cope in order to master, minimize, or tolerate what has come to pass.

Courage isn't the lack of fear
Dear beautiful loving people My name is Huzaifa and I was asked to share my story. I’ve dreamt about sharing my story to a large audience many times before but now that I’ve been asked, I don’t know how to begin. So let’s just begin.
By Huzaifa Malik5 years ago in Psyche
Side Quests
When I was diagnosed with ADHD at the start of March this year it was not a surprise. What did surprise me was the intense emotional rollercoaster the diagnosis set me off on. What was really shocking was that within a matter of days of finding the correct medication type and dosage for me, that I could suddenly write again. A kaleidoscope in my mind's eye stopped turning, the beads settled and I could draw breath calmly. The creative thoughts and ideas which for over two decades had been running riot in my head could find an output. I can now write, draw, compose or sketch. It was such an unexpected bonus that it drew tears as I considered the lost time and the missed opportunities.
By Ellie Mayze5 years ago in Psyche
On a Knife-Edge
No one prepared me for how shockingly hard the last 20 years of my life would be. No one warned me. No one gave me any clue that the journey I was embarking upon would bring me close to breaking point many times over. No one told me how isolated, lonely, desperate, worthless and miserable I would feel at times. No one let on. Not.one.person.
By Monique Green5 years ago in Psyche
Do I Fit?
I stumbled around life confused, from the get-go. I am the youngest of four, presumably a mistake, and was often left alone. Everyone in my family had their place and their talents. The eldest had my father's name and was a favorite. The second eldest an artist, mirroring my father's abilities. The third was brilliant, she found her esteem through impeccable grades and book smarts. I was the black sheep, often in trouble or about to be.
By Mae B5 years ago in Psyche
The Best Years of My Life, Spent Lonely
When I stepped foot into the new halls I was to call home for the next five years, leaving my old friends and old school behind me, I promised nothing would stand in my way this time. I was a new me, new hair, new confidence - I could be anything I wanted because none of these people knew me yet.
By Sangeetha Gowda5 years ago in Psyche
im not happy
At this moment and time of my life, My tinnitus has gotten progressively worse. I constantly am noticing the ringing in my ear.
By Chantel5 years ago in Psyche
When it Sucks to Suck...
Everything in life is going great. Work is good, home life is great, you feel like your on the top of the world. Then out of no where, it starts to slip away, and you can't quite figure out where you've went wrong. Everything you touch seems like you mess up or break. Every word you say is the wrong one and you can't seem to have anyone understand you. Your misunderstood with your feelings and can't seem to gather them up to even be able to explain them. Your mind becomes cloudy and you can't seem to see, or think straight. You start to feel anxious and aren't really sure why. Then you start to over think every step you make, every look you give, every word you say. You start to question things that you used to be so sure of. You go to work, hoping for a good day, and it turns on you. Then you go home and you can't gather yourself enough to get done what needs to. You try to find little things to make you smile through the day, but then let discouraging remarks take your smile from you. You pick up a new hobby, just to find out, you're really just not as good as you thought you were. Then you tell yourself, "Don't give up, people count on you." But look around and see that you feel alone. The ones you feel count on you, you feel like you can't get nothing right with. You feel your world crashing all around you.
By Kayla Lynn Waksmonski5 years ago in Psyche
How to Know if You’re a Maximizer or a Satisficer
“It is in your moments of decision that your destiny is shaped.” — Tony Robbins I am a maximizer. That means when it comes to my work, I’m always trying to do better as compared to my previous self. That’s what maximizers try to do in general, they try to optimize outcomes to get the most positive results. That’s the intuitive answer, at least the way I hope economists would define it, which is settling for the best and nothing less.
By Blessing Akpan5 years ago in Psyche
Expectation vs. Reality of Living in The Heart of Europe
Novelty is always exciting. People seek new opportunities to improve their quality of life, climb up the social ladder, and give a better future to their kids.
By Victoria Kurichenko5 years ago in Psyche
Lonely in Manhattan
1.6 million people live in Manhattan. That’s excluding the outer boroughs, the commuters, and tourists. And yet, I sit in my white-walled apartment alone on a Friday night.
By KB5 years ago in Psyche
My Story / Be Yourself
From the age of ten; I began to realize that I was different from most people. My anxiety disorder was still years from being diagnosed. Thus it affected me quite deeply. I was always too afraid to speak out in class, too nervous to make real friends, and I still am. My father is an alcoholic and always has been. I can remember him being intoxicated almost every night, always verbally abusing my mother. My sister and I would always lock ourselves in a room and try not to listen. To this day, his alcoholism has affected me tremendously leading to a strained relationship with my father. These obstacles made me want to help others that have gone through the same struggles, and it has made me want to be hard working, dependable, and supportive.
By Christian5 years ago in Psyche
Remember to Breathe
My life has been a journey of healing with many, MANY broken chapters before finally stepping into a path that I can be fully in love with; although admittedly, I am still working on discerning what that path is. I developed the sense early on in life that I was not meant to be here—that life mistakenly spit me out in an existence that I didn’t belong in and I had an overwhelming sense of the walls closing in all around me, trying to snuff me out in some cruel cosmic game. I was terrified at the idea of not being here anymore, but I desperately believed the world would be better off without me. My introvertedness came more from a fear of stepping out of line and drawing the arrows of hate and disgust of others who were clearly, in some way, inconvenienced by my existence. I’ve found later in life that I’ve had this ongoing tendency to hold my breath or start breathing extremely shallowly in unknown situations as though I was trying to make the least amount of physical moves necessary to get through without drawing attention to myself. Still, I would dream of a world where I DID belong. I used to pray, first, that I would go away and fade out of the existence I was sure I wasn’t right for so that the overwhelming loathing of the world would no longer grip me in Every. Single. Thing. That I did. I am one, like so many before me and around me currently, who has spent hours upon hours upon hours wrapped up in soul-crushing suicidal ideation and a desperate need to appease the world through alleviating it of my existence. I spent so much time believing that the world would somehow be better off without me in it. Thus the short breaths to attempt to do as little damage to the existence I was forced to appear in—kind of like how some say that if you were to go back in time, even the flapping of a butterfly’s wings would change the course of events to come—I was trying not to make more of a mess than my existence already had forced me to make.
By Sarah Lynn Jones5 years ago in Psyche