coping

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

They Were Friends of Mine
They Were Friends of Mine Joy Joy sat her car, fidgeting with the collar of her sweater as she patiently watched the clock on her dashboard. She had another ten minutes before the group started, and she took a deep breath, as her stomach fluttered with anxiety.
By Meka Joy5 years ago in Psyche
The Codependent Life
Let's talk about Codependency vs. Interdependency. Codependency in a relationship looks like one partner providing full support and fulfillment of needs for the other while in an interdependent relationship, both partners are able to meet each other’s and their own needs equally. There's a few more key differences, but we will get in to that in a minute. I want to start with this aspect because it is one that stands out the most to me. I've always sought a relationship that would be 50/50 in all aspects. I dreamt of meeting someone who would meet me in the middle while also understanding and loving who I was. I'm so lucky to have found that finally in a partner but for many years I sought relationships that were unhealthy for reasons I wasn't sure of until recently.
By Tabitha White5 years ago in Psyche
How to deal with hopelessness, despair and being suicidal.
Today I wake up confused, scared and completely hopeless at the direction of my life and the choices I've made. Although I try and remain optimistic I can't help but feel a weight baring down on my body and overwhelming sadness that says "stay the fuck in bed there's no point". I know most people will say "you should go to the hospital" but if you're like me and have BPD going to the hospital can sometimes feel like a bad option because I've been there so many fucking times that it seems like a waste of my time.
By Rachel Geek5 years ago in Psyche
The Br🤕ken...
My brain is broken, it doesn’t work like most, my thoughts drive others crazy and my mind does not ever stop. I worry non stop about the dumbest things and often worry more about others feelings then my own. I have been called every name in the book by people who are supposed to love me, I have been hit and pushed and knocked down. And even though somedays it’s so hard to get back up , to keep facing the world, I do. I manage to pull myself back to my feet, cover up the pain and try to appear normal in the eyes of everyone I meet. Its exhausting acting all day, everyday. Inside I am torn right apart, inside my everything cries, screams and just wants to give up. I have lost happiness, I feel like everyday is just a challenge to survive , there is no time for happiness when your always at the brink of death and fighting with everything you have to not let go. And I can’t even fight with my own wanting to give up moments without feeling drowned with guilt. Guilt of how can I feel this way when people who want nothing more then to live and do so happily die in tragic accidents all around us. So to add to my already worn down and broken brain I have to add guilt for even having these feelings and moments. It’s a crazy place to be and it’s so scary to be in this place all alone. No one understands it, they might say they do, the might feel bad finding out what you actually go through but they will never really understand it. My family means more to me then anything in my life and yet mentally I can’t seem to enjoy them because I worry about them more then I do things with them. The constant worry, wondering, scared of everything makes me pull away from them , from everyone. Somedays I wake up and I just don’t want any friends, i don’t want anyone knowing me, I just want everyone to forget for a day that I even exist. Just forget for a whole week that they even know me. Just let me rest, let me not have to worry or wonder. The constant what did they actually mean when they said that or they looked at me funny but why , what is actually going on. The constant worry of being talked about behind your back. I know it happens. I hear things, my brain is broken but it is sharp and well tuned to sniff out betrayal. Somedays I just can’t take the jokes, the insults in fun or the even the small talk. Somedays I just want it all to go away. I just want to be alone, I just want to be silent, I just want to stop thinking and worrying and wondering. Somedays I just want to feel free, I want to just be me whoever me is, I don’t even know who me is cause I don’t even know the last time i felt safe enough to actually be me.
By Crazieone5 years ago in Psyche
It's the End of the World as We Know It
Oh hey there, welcome to my post. My general vibe is like Daria meets April Ludgate meets a care bear. I'm a depressed optimist and from time to time I have thoughts on things. Todays thoughts are on mental health and navigating our world these days; self-care when everything is terrible.
By Christine Hollermann5 years ago in Psyche
Surviving a Relationship with an Alcoholic
Note: When I decided to give Vocal a try and pondered how to set myself apart from all of the other extremely talented people here. I came up with the idea to include a song that related to each article that I post. It may be an original, it may be me singing a cover tune, it may be me singing with a guitar...or an ukulele...or a piano. We'll see how it goes.
By Eddie Martino5 years ago in Psyche
Straight No Chaser
“There can be miracles if you believe.” Believe. That word, some seven letters long, is miles away from the turmoil brewing on the inside. It's more like a dark gray typhoon. The chaos within builds a stronghold that prevents hope and belief from entering in. Anytime those twins come within the surface of the storm, they’re rocked back with enough force to split atoms apart. It’s dangerous there-rather it’s dangerous here.
By Chariss Rausaw5 years ago in Psyche
Advice to My Post-Pandemic Self
Life does not always go the way we planned. 2020 was undeniable proof of that. Our world was disrupted. Undesired impositions were placed on our lives.
By Katie Brozen5 years ago in Psyche
What is Reality
What is Reality? For anyone reading this I challenge you to share your own thoughts of what is reality. For me, the meaning has changed over time. Years ago, my reality was dull and sad. I did not see a future. All I knew then was that my life was what it was, whether I was happy or not nothing i could do would change it.
By Pearl James5 years ago in Psyche
Dyslexia
According to the Mayo Clinic, "Dyslexia is a learning disorder that involves difficulty reading due to problems identifying speech sounds and learning how they relate to letters and words (decoding). Also called reading disability, dyslexia affects areas of the brain that process language."
By The Green Shoes5 years ago in Psyche
Mindset Editing
Patience, forgiveness and just resolutions. I'm no writer, per se. I'm just a simple human being, a drop in the ocean of all that exists.
By Augra de Melrose5 years ago in Psyche
Alone Time
Keeping to the topic of things I’m not very good at: alone time. Being alone is my biggest fear. Yes, spiders still creep me out and small dark spaces usually trigger a panic attack, but nothing hits quite like being alone. I never know what to do with myself, and I always do the wrong things. I can be half a pack deep in cigarettes and not realize I’ve been sitting in the garage for hours doing nothing. Mindlessly scrolling social media or binge watching a show or movie series. I can get lost in something don’t get me wrong, but I’m not being productive or using my creative juices. I used to be so crafty. Even if I wasn’t good at something, I still had fun creating.
By Tabitha White5 years ago in Psyche