coping
Life presents variables; learning how to cope in order to master, minimize, or tolerate what has come to pass.
Anxious and Sad
I feel like my anxiety has become a fashion trend for people who want to seem quirky or alternative. That my depression has become nothing more than a way for people to express their first world problems. They don't understand why I can't sleep, can't have a quiet moment, and why medication is so terrifying to the creative mind.
By Sydney Scarlet7 years ago in Psyche
Who Needs a Therapist When (Pt. 10)
So, up front. This is not a call for help. This is not a request for care. I am perfectly capable of committing myself to professional care if my ideation goes from, "well, that'd be nice" to "let's do this." I'm good at means reduction and putting safety measures in place. So please refrain from any helpful actions. That is not what this is about.
By Haybitch Abersnatchy7 years ago in Psyche
My Life with Depression
Depression … A word that can make your whole world crash down around you... It was back in 2015 when my mum suggested that I went to the doctors. After disagreeing with her and saying that I didn't want to go, I went … Only to be told that I had depression. My heart dropped, I was nearly 16 and didn't exactly know what depression meant. I hadn't even left school yet ... I didn't think I was old enough to be diagnosed with something like that. I’d never even thought about it! I didn't know that it would have had such an impact on my life … My moods were really low, I was sleeping a lot, I wasn't going out with friends, I had really low self-esteem, I was always negative about everything and I always seemed to be angry.
By Mollie Major7 years ago in Psyche
Music Has Literally Saved My Life
Music is powerful. It has the ability to lift you out of dark and terrifying places that your mind tends to drift to when you feel alone, scared, depressed, etc. I was born in 1982, the time of big hair, boomboxes, The Breakfast Club, and the internet wasn’t really a thing yet. Music kept me company and was my friend throughout my childhood. I remember listening to the radio at night and having the sounds of Bon Jovi or Def Leppard fill my ears as I fell asleep. It was a simple time back then, just me and my music.
By Christina Scanlon7 years ago in Psyche
Who Needs a Therapist When (Pt. 9)
Today was not a bad day at work. Busy, but that's normal. Hectic, and chaos, but that's just what happens in a public library. Interpersonal drama is at a moderate average, because none would be impossible in a workplace that is 95 percent female, but no one is really pissy right now.
By Haybitch Abersnatchy7 years ago in Psyche
Dementia, the Cruel Killer
Rumor had it that he was the angel of death. All the ladies who wore tight, white or silver curls delivered to them in the beauty shop were convinced he was the angel of death. He came to work each day wearing his outfit, scrubs that were a slightly different color. That was their first clue and then the last two times somebody passed away, he was seen entering their room—only minutes before their death.
By Denise Willis7 years ago in Psyche
Spend a Few Moments Inside My Head
I often find myself sitting in my computer room and staring at a blank screen. I know I have the talent, I know I have the ideas, but the various questions and self-doubt keep me from typing the words onto the screen. I've always been told that I'm not good enough, that I would never amount to anything. And for 36 years, I believed it. I took to heart all the negative comments, the doubtful comments, the hateful comments. It became a part of me. Procrastination is never a good thing. It took me years upon years of sitting on my couch and crying over why my life isn't going the way I want and not doing anything about it, to realizing that in order to go where I wanted to in life, I needed to get up and actually do something with my life, open the floodgates of my writing to start the healing process of the thoughts in my head.
By Christina Scanlon7 years ago in Psyche
