coping
Life presents variables; learning how to cope in order to master, minimize, or tolerate what has come to pass.
Mental Disorders
I want to help and provide value to ones who suffer from mental and neurological disorders like myself. It is among the most challenging things that a human has to fight to combat and overcome each day. I hope my story can help educate, comfort, or heal in anyway whoever may read this.
By Jacob Pool5 years ago in Psyche
Better Off Without Them
My set of parents were born in the "Boomer" era, or so it's coined. The discussion around mental health in my house was infrequent and poorly sourced. The irony was that, not only did both of my parents have their own mental health issues, they also had personality disorders... neither of which were acknowledged. That's a story for another time.
By Felicia P.5 years ago in Psyche
Dear Mental Illness
Dear Mental Illness, Why do you always seem to creep up on me when I feel like things are falling into place? Are you unsettled when I start to smile? I wonder if you think I shouldn’t be happy. I wonder if you want to watch me suffer. Some days I wake up and it feels like something is crushing my chest. I roll out of bed and start my day. Do you wish I couldn’t get out of bed? I fight the urge to stay but the world is calling me. I go through the motions at work. I can hear the kids laughing but it doesn’t effect me because there you are. You’re burning my eyes with tears I refuse to let out. You never want to give me a day to feel happy. As the trees begin to change, I can feel more than before. Summers are usually when you vacation away from my mind. Sometimes I think you won’t return but here you are. You’re always there. I fight through your power with everything i’ve got but some days I fall short. Some of the days you get the best of me and on those days, I let you win. When you win I fight back more tears. I hear voices in my head saying this will never be over, you will always be sick. I roll over on my side while I lay in bed and I cry real tears. It doesn’t help. I tried to hide you for so long that I can’t cry most of the time, and when I do I feel weak. I feel like I’ve lost, but now I know it’s not the tears that make me feel that way. It’s the people who look down on me. The people who don’t believe I’m good enough because I have a war to fight each day. They don’t like how I behave even when I try. They call me a freak, I agree. Even when they say they love me they don’t listen. They don’t listen, I yell but they don’t hear me. I listen to my voice screaming in my head, why can’t anyone hear me? Can they see me? Can they see who I am behind the illness? I used to think I was a lot more. I used to think this was only a small piece of me but is that true? My in-laws don’t think I’m enough for their daughter, but they don’t even know me they only see you. Does anyone actually know me? My family pretends that ever since I got out of the hospital for the second time that all these demons are gone. I tell them they aren’t but they don’t hear me so I lie and say I’m fine. They think there is a cure for the beast inside but the truth is medication can only do so much. I swallow the handful of pills that don’t even work anymore, pretending that it’s all going to work out. I act like its going to go away but the truth is that it’s always there, it just depends how well I can hide it today. I try to stay strong for everyone but I never let them know when I need them to be strong for me. On these days I don’t feel like I deserve it anyway. My stomach hurts, but I force myself to eat. I don’t enjoy eating anything. I don’t enjoy anything, but I try. Why do you enjoy this? You give me flashbacks of things I never want to see again. You make me shake with discomfort and hate everything about myself. I never feel worthy enough to feel better. I beat myself up so I can feel something but it never works. You never let anything soothe me when you have your way with it. I hate you. I hate you more than anything in the world. I wish I could be better than you, or stronger. I act like I can take it but I can’t anymore. I’ve had enough of you. Someday I wish it would be possible to beat you, but I know I never will. You will always be a part of me mental illness, and someday I hope you let people get to know me, because id rather be mentally ill than lonely.
By Emily Noonan-Phillips5 years ago in Psyche
Simple Method To Minimise Anxiety and Fear
I want to start by pointing out that this is not a cure for anxiety, nor is it a replacement for any responsible therapy you may be undergoing for similar conditions. I am not a doctor, of any kind, nor do presume to understand the complexity of any situation that may induce anxiety. Chronic anxiety is a problem that requires the focus of experts - I only offer you a technique that has helped me (and many of my students) cope with fear and panic whenever I have experienced them. And I must admit that I have not felt anxious too often, but I have seen how detrimental it can be to people's lives.
By Peyton J. Dracco5 years ago in Psyche
Are You Okay?
This first piece about mental health that I am about to dive into comes as a forward jump (also as personal experience. Not scientific). I am not starting at the beginning, but I suppose I will one day. This piece is for those who are in the in-between stage. The stage of more highs than lows but having mass amounts of guilt for having lows in the first place. That is not to say that this isn't for those who are looking for a light.
By Analesia Giammusso5 years ago in Psyche
Alone
Yes it’s me again, laying in bed, prisoner in my own mind. I never knew how real depression and anxiety are. I thought it would never hit me. Oh it did! I am in a spiral of the same thoughts, screaming silently. I am in a house full of people but alone in my mind. No one understands, no one reaches out abs no one catches me when I fall!
By Evelyn Gebele-Baker5 years ago in Psyche
Three Stressors Some People Are Experiencing at This Time
There are at least three issues going on at this time that are causing tremendous stress for people, including this writer. Those things affect many people instead of being reserved just for people with mental illness. Physicians and therapists say they are treating people who are going through three main public stressors without counting their own personal stressors.
By Margaret Minnicks5 years ago in Psyche
Schizo Mind During the Time of Corona
Life in a general sense is already fraught with complex choices, situations, players, uncertainties, and information. Life is already difficult, even before World wide shutdowns and pandemic safety measures. Sprinkle in being a single dad, legally can't be near children's mother, still paying bills on place I don't live, unemployed, and living with schizoaffective disorder. Everyone has coped very differently during these dark times. How did I survive this? How did most people deal with isolation? Here are a few things I've most focused on to stay mentally healthy.
By FRANK? Piccolella5 years ago in Psyche
If you can go back in time.
I know. Is a very cliché question. If you can go back in time what would you change about yourself? I use to have this question in the back of my mind whenever I have scramble eggs and coffee. The coffee always remind me that I am older and the scrambles always remind me that I might have high cholesterol. This is one of the question that I personally feel like we need to ask ourselves at least once a month.
By Ruby Castro5 years ago in Psyche
The Beauty in Pain
I was never a stranger to tattoos. I grew up with them. My mother and my aunts were always getting tattoos when I was small, planning new artwork all the time. We are all artists. We allow our bodies to act as a canvas too. I even remember one night, walking out into the kitchen to see a stranger standing over my mother with a needle. I used to beg her to find a way to give me a tattoo too. Her reply was always simply, "Only when you're old enough." This influence led me to always have an interest in modifying my body, making myself into something uniquely me. I had gotten piercings at a young age and planned for tattoos as soon as I was able. Life never turned out as planned, though.
By Hailee Elizabeth5 years ago in Psyche
