coping

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

Azure Note
I’ve been making music for 7 1/2 years as of writing this. And for as long as I can remember I’ve always said I was a mad mind or insane. I’ve recently been grappling with this concept after having to do some growing up and it’s frightening to say the least. After suffering a complete mental breakdown and being admitted into a psyche ward I find myself asking how far is too far now. I was content before while silently suffering telling myself “I’m stronger than this and I can handle it” however I now wonder if I’m genuinely mad or just mislead and it bothers me now.
By Kuro Seijaku 5 years ago in Psyche
Inpatient Drug Rehabilitation Options in Thornton Colorado
Many people are under the impression that Inpatient drug rehab in Thornton CO will be a horrible experience. The problem is that this misconception is actually made up of hearsay and gossip from friends, family, co-workers and of course the drug rehab center itself. Inpatient drug rehab in Thornton is not for the weak or desperate. In fact, it is a place where people with various kinds of addictions can come and get the help they need.
By Bee Brine5 years ago in Psyche
Fire Ants Burn
It occurred to me this morning that danger comes in small packages. Has anyone questioned why an infestation of bedbugs or fire ants can be incredibly damaging? Now, I'm not an expert. But in my youth, adults told me fire ants are a threat to both humans and animals. They can cause health problems and in rare cases, death by reactions. All it took was my friend not wearing shoes that day to step on a mound of fire ants, my brother running his toy mower through a hornet's nest in the ground to get severely stung.
By Austin 5 years ago in Psyche
A More Subdued Birthday
On August 4th, I turn 30 years old. I’ve been considering for months what this milestone birthday would mean to me - joked with my friends about my body giving out, examined and reframed my personal goals, tried to make plans even though I’m working summer school.
By Janis Ross5 years ago in Psyche
PANDEMIC AND MENTAL HEALTH
Pandemic is basically an epidemic which spreads globally from one region to another. It is not just a situation but an outbreak which affects the lives of many people in a very large amount. Pandemic takes place when various type of viruses and flues occur and spread from person to person easily. This pandemic primarily originated from the occurence of mild fever or cough which further turned into a virus, namely, CORONA VIRUS. The World Health Organisation declared this virus as pandemic on 11 March 2020. After turning into the pandemic, people's health got affected in a very short span of time. Everyone was living a normal life before the sudden attack of this virus. It is an unacceptable and unbearable challenge faced by the people. The rapid growth of COVID-19 hits the large amount of geogeraphical boundaries all over the world.
By Adiba Sheikh5 years ago in Psyche
Monarch Butterfly Effect
She landed on the windowsill gently, as if clockwork each year. I pulled on my strewn about clothes and rested my head on the windowsill. She never moved until I took my eyes off her, always reminding me of a day I had not seen.
By Kwang Arnzen5 years ago in Psyche
Mental Health
For years I worked through both Masonry and the Shrine giving to improve our collective world freely, from my heart. My challenges are all born from out of that particular perspective.
By John Oross 5 years ago in Psyche
Stitching Stories of Me
When the gray skies roll in and my soul feels torn and incomplete, I go for a run. As I climb up the hills and see the side of the slopes there is a feeling of breaking through a web of negative thoughts and feelings. The ascent reminds me of flying out of my dark past and into the light.
By Lisa Pulliam5 years ago in Psyche
Melting away my past
Ladies, gentlemen, and non-binary friends, I’d like to introduce myself to you, as a woman who deals with devastating nightmares and alluring dreams. I long for a version of myself that is embarrassingly happy, fighting for those I love and forcing conversation where it intentionally disregards me. I’m so incredibly embarrassed of my past and the life I existed in, which merely used up space. I won’t get into the nitty gritty of the bad parts, I won’t even tell you what happened near the end, though I’m sure you can guess.
By Abigail Dorothy5 years ago in Psyche
Gymnastics is an Abusive Sport
My parents enrolled me in a gymnastics class at the age of five. An earnest desire on their part to support my growth and development quickly became the backdrop to my most traumatic experiences as a child.
By Alexandra Rizzi5 years ago in Psyche
A cut, a slash and a carve
What do you see when you look at the blank sheet of paper? An origami to be made? A beautiful painting yet to manifest? Maybe you see the words of a thrilling adventure novel fall in lines, eager to be written. Me- I see a story. Stories have accompanied me through childhood into present day. I visualized them, drew them, wrote them and one day I started carving them into paper. I don't remember my "AHA" moment, the realization that the knife was needed or how I should do it. I remember that I was anxious, a swarm of thoughts and ideas buzzing restlessly in my mind, looking for a way out. I bought the tool - a small handle with interchangeable blade heads, each one perfect for a specific mission, I bought a stack of thick paper in array of colors. And as soon as my blade touched the paper- my thoughts have found their relief.
By Salomé Saffiri5 years ago in Psyche
My Haven
I stared out over the shimmering waters of the pond as I had thousands of times as a child. Watching the ripples from a recent fish jump slowly march across the unimpressive girth of the water. It was a small pond, outside a small town in the middle of nowhere. Absolutely nothing has changed in the twenty years since I last sat in this spot. Nothing but me. I had exchanged my small posture for a few a few additional feet of height and a hundred pounds of mostly muscle. My smooth face has been covered with a well trimmed beard. And my eyes, previously filled with joy and wonder, were now vacant.
By Ben Bruno5 years ago in Psyche