coping
Life presents variables; learning how to cope in order to master, minimize, or tolerate what has come to pass.
Brain Fog
Constant living in a cloud. The one things they don't tell you about Chronic Pain and Fibromyalgia is about the brain fog. Forgetting conversations, forgetting what i went to the store for. But its bigger than that. Early morning I drop my daughter off at my grandmothers for child care on my way to work and most mornings I will have to text my grandmother to make sure I actually dropped my daughter off. It is terrifying that you can't remember the small details but the bigger things such as that are so much more important. I have a hard time while working not remember what people tell me to do and have to write every little thing down.
By Chronic Confessions5 years ago in Psyche
23 and Fibro
Most girls at their 23 birthday are out with their friends clubbing and having a great time. I was at home in with a heating pad wanting the day to be over.. Most girls are putting make up on and doing their hair every day I struggle just to brush my hair and throw on some mascara.. Most girls make plans for their weekend I have to wait till the weekend to make plans that go around my pain schedule.
By Chronic Confessions5 years ago in Psyche
You’re Not Broken if You’re Bad at Being a Robot
My juices flow in chaotic waves… yes I said it, ladies.⠀ This post is a throwback to college in 2018. Back then, I was trying to fit into a system where your creative juices had to flow in predictable, stable ways. Consistency, discipline, rigidity, deadlines, points, rankings... In this system, my juice flow was not setting me up for a happy life.⠀
By Eve Berkovich5 years ago in Psyche
Mental Fitness
I started meditating at 21 years old in the summer of 2017. I might have tried it once or twice before, but I really didn’t know anything about it other than that monks did it in movies. While at Pitt, every month or so, we would have team building meetings (shout out Penny, Dr. Conte and Lusaka). This is where I first meditated for real. A timer would be set for 2 minutes and we were instructed to sit upright, eyes closed and just watch the thoughts as they passed through your mind. The potential benefits were increased focus, better decision-making, less dwelling on mistakes, all things that would give anyone an edge while playing a sport at a high level. To be honest, I was interested in it, but it didn’t really stick.
By Will Marshall5 years ago in Psyche
How Gastroparesis Has Changed my Mind
I have struggled with anxiety and depression all my life. I thought I had a good handle on things. And then I was diagnosed with a chronic illness called gastroparesis. I was not prepared for the dive my head was about to take.
By Evangeline Morningstar5 years ago in Psyche
Can you have sober reasoning?
If you research and study anything for long enough, you will come closer to understanding the basis of your subject. For most of my life, I had a reason for everything I did. But continually, my reasoning was based upon expediency. You see, I followed what I thought was the Epicurean pleasure principle. Not the real one, but the one that has been widely promoted in the general media.
By Robert John Kennedy5 years ago in Psyche
Escape to the deepest world
Sometimes, exclusion is a good thing. I'd prefer not to be lured into acceptance, only to find vanity and delusion there. A frown or sarcastic remark may contain more treasure than the smile of some fake resting face. A wound in season is a most faithful friend, so please, intimidate my pride with a critical gaze.
By Brigida Levonna5 years ago in Psyche
My Depression Nancy
Everyday I wake up and tell myself I will take care and do right for myself and by my family. Then I come back to reality and in about ten minutes; I’m on the couch wrapped up like a burrito and telling my kid to grab a Capri-Sun and pop tart for breakfast because I’m just so unbelievably unmotivated I can’t make myself move. As a mother you’d think I would live for my child and use her as the ultimate motivation, but sometimes the post partum depression just doesn’t go away. Or in my case it was like welcoming back the worst best friend I’ve ever had. Let me introduce you to Nancy: my Depression. Nancy comes and goes as she pleases but for a small period of time I really thought I had moved on and away from her.
By Alison Williams6 years ago in Psyche
Mosaic
I gaze at the stranger that stands in front of me, staring at me. She’s a reflection of me that I can’t recognize anymore. When I lean closer to her, I notice that her eyes are like small windows. I could see everything she was keeping inside of her. I saw all of her sadness, pain, and anger. She still had a small remnant of her soul left, lingering somewhere deep inside there. But despite all of the darkness and hurt, I saw through her lifeless eyes, I saw something that caught my attention. It was a small little glint of something that I haven’t seen in a while… I saw love.
By Daniel Blount6 years ago in Psyche
