coping
Life presents variables; learning how to cope in order to master, minimize, or tolerate what has come to pass.
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
our ego is a weird storyteller
The ego is a concept of who we are based on our past lived experience. Our ego is who we believe ourselves to be. Who we believe ourselves to begin at birth. We unconsciously absorb who we are based on those closest to us' opinions and core beliefs.
By Fahim Chughtai5 years ago in Psyche
The Making of a Young Chef
My life has never been my life. Ever since I was young, I had been used, used to the point where I thought that's all I was suitable for. Some people might look at me and see a perfect person with a perfect life, and the reality is if I didn't have to go through the things I went through at such a young age, I might have had that perfect life. I've experienced things and seen things that I wouldn't wish upon my worst enemies, things I have shared with no one in my life. And here I am, sharing them with the world.
By John Jones5 years ago in Psyche
Suicide, Re-Traumatization, and Finding a Purpose in the Aftermath
Like many in my generation, I grew up watching all of the cop/investigation shows such as Forensic Files, NCIS, Bones, X-Files (hooray for the Scully Effect!), etc. I knew from a very young age that I wanted to be just like Agent Dana Scully from the X-Files. I knew it was a long road, but usually when I set my mind to something, I work hard to achieve it.
By Lexi Renee5 years ago in Psyche
I woke up
I woke up this morning and the tears just rolled down my face. I thought as you get older, life would get better and I would feel stronger. Instead I woke up in so much pain. I could barely move and my body felt like a ton of bricks. I looked around and there was nobody there. I woke up and was sad, but I knew I had to push through.
By Gina R (Gibana)5 years ago in Psyche
Drinking Your Way Through the Pandemic?
When listening to the stories, these were people who, a few weeks ago, were actually functioning very well, holding down jobs, living normal, day-to-day lives. Within three weeks they’d become dependent alcoholic drinkers and needing detoxification rehab. If you look at what lockdown meant to people’s lives — so first of all, having to get up every day to go to work and take the kids to school — all of that just stopped. Somebody described it perfectly to me — ‘Every day is Friday night now’ — and there’s no reason to get up in the morning. You add that to the isolation some people were feeling, the job insecurity, all sorts of stresses and strains in relation to the uncertainty for the future. Dr. Rob Hampton, BBC News
By Steve Gillett5 years ago in Psyche
Caught
How is it that when I’m practicing mindfulness-that is to say, making an effort to track my thoughts. Notice them. “Bring awareness”, as my therapist calls it- I’m met with ideas about myself and the world, that I’m not familiar with? Parts of me that I haven’t met yet. I’m reminded of the infinite Self within. Vastness that is me. That envelopes me, holds me, and at times drops me. So effortlessly; or so aggressively I can feel the weight of it all buckling my knees... Parts of me that even after 26 (and a half) years of walking this earth, in this body, I have never been introduced to.
By Shelby Lynn5 years ago in Psyche
Skills Over Pills
When I was a teenager I went through a period in my life where I was sure this world had nothing to offer worth sticking around to experience. I cut myself and tried to overdose on over the counter meds. I would refuse to eat or drink for days at a time. My dad did what any good parent would do, he took me to a doctor and then a therapist.
By Crystal Nicole5 years ago in Psyche
