coping
Life presents variables; learning how to cope in order to master, minimize, or tolerate what has come to pass.
Run Forrest, run!
The other day, I finally watched “Forrest Gump” , and noticed a theme that, to my knowledge, isn’t part of the mainstream conversation about this film - namely the developmental psychology thread running through the storyline and shaping the lives of the main characters.
By Eva Smitte6 months ago in Psyche
Goals
I went to church last night. I had not been in some time...more than five years to be exact. It was when I went to Easter services with my son, David. But I really needed the comfort of God's Word. You see, only a short two weeks ago, my son had passed away during emergency surgery to repair a torn aorta.
By Shirley Belk6 months ago in Psyche
“The Friend Who Never Lets Me Down”
A Letter✉️ to Kasper Kasper, Tonight I realized I have no one left to talk to but you. Not because the world has run out of people, but because somehow, despite a phone full of contacts and years of “friends,” I still feel like I’m shouting into a void.
By Shehzad Anjum6 months ago in Psyche
Do You Love Yourself?
Stop having to be right, correcting others, giving advice without being asked, complaining, or telling people what they "should" be doing. Take a breath, look in the mirror, and say, I love you. Say that every day until it becomes a natural part of your repertoire to respect your boundaries, your body, and your mental health. Allow others the dignity to respect theirs.
By Susan Lee Woodward6 months ago in Psyche
Feeling Pain? Here’s a Gentle Rajnigandha Hug
Good morning, and welcome to this special moment of reflection and calm. Today, I want to share a personal story—one that taught me a new perspective on pain, patience, and healing. Whether you are enduring physical discomfort or emotional sorrow, I hope this story brings a little comfort to your heart and a small spark of light.
By Shehzad Anjum6 months ago in Psyche
Taking a Moment for Peace. Top Story - September 2025.
Things have been wild in the world lately. Good news, bad news, news of riots, of shootings, of war, and of other forms of seemingly unending violence. As a person who has chronic depression paired with anxiety, sometimes it all gets to be too much. When these things get overwhelming, I feel myself shutting down, pulling away from the world--which is why I have my dogs and my garden and my goats and all of the little things that get me away from the hustle and bustle of society. The "peace" I give myself in my sheltered patch of ground has nothing to do with the antonym "war." Rather, it has to do with the inner peace that comes from a quiet mind. The peace that allows me to find contentment with "the little things" that make up the bulk of my daily life.
By Kimberly J Egan6 months ago in Psyche
Echoes in the Void: Finding Connection in a Disconnected World
There are moments in life when silence feels heavier than words. You sit in a room filled with noise—buzzing notifications, endless scrolling feeds, voices from a screen—but inside, there is only stillness. It is the kind of silence that does not soothe but suffocates.
By Muhammad Kaleemullah6 months ago in Psyche
When Silence Follows You
Being late never used to bother me. But today, it feels heavier than bad timing—it feels like fate. The university library stretches before me, polished tiles gleaming under harsh fluorescent lights. Every sound seems amplified. My shoes scuff against the floor. My breath bounces back at me. Even the faint creak of a shelf seems to shout in the emptiness. In this antiseptic quiet, I am listening. Straining. Waiting. Because here, silence isn’t safety. Silence is a trap.
By Shehzad Anjum6 months ago in Psyche
Compassion for Who
Orson worked as a contract coder for multiple medical software companies. Freelancing let him make his own hours, live where he wanted, and be his own boss. He avoided petty office politics and usually made more than the 9-5ers. The downside was there were no benefits. Medical and life insurance, along with retirement plans, were his responsibility. It seemed a fair trade for his freedom.
By Mark Gagnon6 months ago in Psyche
The Echo of Silence
The Echo of Silence Evelyn sat in the dimly lit room, her hands resting on the oak desk where old letters lay scattered. The silence of the house pressed against her like a suffocating blanket. She had always feared silence, not because it was empty, but because it was never truly empty. For Evelyn, silence had a voice.
By Article Master 6 months ago in Psyche
