coping

Life presents variables; learning how to cope in order to master, minimize, or tolerate what has come to pass.

My Mind and His Mental Health Issues
Days go by, boring, monotonous, chill and uneventful. These days go by and I take them for granted. I tend to forget for a few blissful moments that I am free from what really lurks in my mind. I don't focus on the fact that there are tons of ways that I could screw up my life at any moment with just a few words.
By alexandria Urrutia6 years ago in Psyche
Living with mental health
Living with mental health Now I’m not going to lie, some days it’s extremely hard to live with what goes on inside your head. And some days it’s just that little tiny bit easier. But for me I have a lot of the latter, I’m not saying that it is always a breeze but when we have had mental health for a long time now you get to know yourself and to know ways in which you can sort of cope.
By Im just floating6 years ago in Psyche
“It’s not you, it’s me...”
We’ve all heard that line; “it’s not you, it’s me”. And I don’t mean the typical excuse to get away from that creepy tinder date you’ve been meaning to get rid of. I’m talking about dealing with mental health in general when you’re in a relationship. If you’re lucky enough the person is supportive and understanding and everything you wanted but of course the overthinking kicks in. “Do they pity me? “I can tell they’re getting frustrated with me” “f*ck it, I should give up and never let anyone in again”. All these statements whirl around your head and at the time it makes sense.
By The Soul Whisperer6 years ago in Psyche
Outside vs Inside - The Ultimate Battle
Okay, so there are many campaigns circulating now based around mental health, and it’s about time, but words on a screen aren’t always a great comfort when you’re suffering.
By Mike Bray6 years ago in Psyche
Throw Me To The Wolves And I Will Come Back Leading The Pack
Dumping a bucket of water on a wicked witch is like dumping a bucket of truth on a narcissist. The difference is this. You can collect water from any place to dump on a witch. The hose, the sea, rain, the toilet. It doesn't matter. Dump and watch them melt.
By narcissistic whisperer, Andrea B. Wainer6 years ago in Psyche
It's my story to tell
I was four years old when my mom told me the story of a goat she had. Adventures of a premie who lived in a tote at the foot of her bed because she was born in too cold of a month. My mom named her Lisa.
By Savannah Deianira Lewis6 years ago in Psyche
Psych Ward
In September of 2018, I lost my emotional support animal, Rascal. Not only was Rascal my puppy that had been there for 10 years, but he had been there on nights I put blades to my skin, nights I had been molested, nights where I tried to kill myself, nights ex boyfriends would throw me down stairs, push me out of cars, and throw me to the floor, and nights where no one was there for me. Losing him was one of the biggest pains, simply because he held all of that in his small, ten pound, four-legged body. The worst part about it was, it only took him a few hours to die. We did not expect him to grow so fuckin sick in hours and I did not expect to hold my very best friend as we had to end his suffering from a silent cancer. This drove me off the rails. Who was going to let me cry on them and cheer me up at the same time? Who was going to hold my deepest secrets and not tell a soul? In October of 2018, after nights on end of college parties, drinking bottles on top of bottles, staying around friends I knew were fake but they kept it from being silent, I knew it was time. I knew that I was ready to kill myself. I had nothing. So, I disappeared with no trace. No one knew where I went, if I died, or been taken. I drove to a psychiatric hospital and checked myself in. I told myself, if I still want to kill myself after getting professional help, I can. But first, I have to try. For a suicidal person, I was quite reasonable. I knew I wanted to get better but knew that it would take a village for someone with as much trauma as me. I was fucking scared. I had never even seen a hospital specifically for psychiatric needs. I had been in and out of the Psych wing of Emergency Rooms, but never to a hospital that specializes. I was scared, but oddly excited. I WANTED to get better. I did not want to constantly feel suicidal and sickened by myself. Just barely over a month before, I had gotten raped on my BIRTHDAY.
By Sweet Mk 6 years ago in Psyche
Break Through Mental Health Slumps
It is no secret that I suffer from the effects of anxiety and depression. I have struggled with the grips of these illnesses since I was a child. Lately, my mood has been less then ideal. I've been agitated, fatigued, panicked, and full of pain. There are many nights I sleep very little and quite a few days I have to fight to make any sort of progress. Self care helps. I do practice taking time for me where I can, trying to do activities I enjoy. I make a solid effort most days to get up, get dressed, shower, do my hair and makeup. I follow a pretty consistent schedule which is helpful.
By Tierni Marie6 years ago in Psyche
WHY YOU SHOULD NOT COMMIT SUICIDE IF YOU SUFFER FROM A MENTAL ILLNESS
Your life matters! Please, put down that gun. Please, don’t swallow those pills. Please do not cut yourself. You are a great person. An inspiration to us all. We need you to stay alive and fight through whatever it is that you are going through. You may not believe it, but it is, in fact, true. Your life has significant value to those that are around you. You may feel like you are alone, and you may feel like nobody cares. However, that is furthest from the truth. The reality is that those that love and care about you will be there for you.
By Carlin Hertz6 years ago in Psyche
The truth about me, my mental health, and the topic of sex
So as everyone knows; mental health is something that gets affected constantly by different things every single day with each passing minute. One thing that affects it the most is trauma; especially when it happens during your childhood, and when you've just begun being a teen. Just picture it for a moment. You're a 15 year old, minding your own business, walking to a classroom, and then you suddenly feel something or, rather someone touch you. And where this someone is touching is not your shoulder.
By Jennifer McIntosh6 years ago in Psyche
Literature
I started my love of reading at an early age of about 6 or 7. I would come home from school with my book and sit down to read. At that age it was the normal Harry Potter or the like that was popular. Mainly, it was the fantasy books. I would read a couple of books here and there and it was alright, I'd enjoy what I was reading. And then, I thought I would just go and enjoy it some more.
By Annie Kapur6 years ago in Psyche
Why running saved me from dementia
I’ve been running all my adult life but I was never a serious runner. I never entered races or battled with my personal best. I was anxious enough in my twenties without the added stress of winning or losing.
By Ginger Liu6 years ago in Psyche