coping

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

How to Know if You’re a Maximizer or a Satisficer
“It is in your moments of decision that your destiny is shaped.” — Tony Robbins I am a maximizer. That means when it comes to my work, I’m always trying to do better as compared to my previous self. That’s what maximizers try to do in general, they try to optimize outcomes to get the most positive results. That’s the intuitive answer, at least the way I hope economists would define it, which is settling for the best and nothing less.
By Blessing Akpan5 years ago in Psyche
Expectation vs. Reality of Living in The Heart of Europe
Novelty is always exciting. People seek new opportunities to improve their quality of life, climb up the social ladder, and give a better future to their kids.
By Victoria Kurichenko5 years ago in Psyche
Lonely in Manhattan
1.6 million people live in Manhattan. That’s excluding the outer boroughs, the commuters, and tourists. And yet, I sit in my white-walled apartment alone on a Friday night.
By KB5 years ago in Psyche
My Story / Be Yourself
From the age of ten; I began to realize that I was different from most people. My anxiety disorder was still years from being diagnosed. Thus it affected me quite deeply. I was always too afraid to speak out in class, too nervous to make real friends, and I still am. My father is an alcoholic and always has been. I can remember him being intoxicated almost every night, always verbally abusing my mother. My sister and I would always lock ourselves in a room and try not to listen. To this day, his alcoholism has affected me tremendously leading to a strained relationship with my father. These obstacles made me want to help others that have gone through the same struggles, and it has made me want to be hard working, dependable, and supportive.
By Christian5 years ago in Psyche
Remember to Breathe
My life has been a journey of healing with many, MANY broken chapters before finally stepping into a path that I can be fully in love with; although admittedly, I am still working on discerning what that path is. I developed the sense early on in life that I was not meant to be here—that life mistakenly spit me out in an existence that I didn’t belong in and I had an overwhelming sense of the walls closing in all around me, trying to snuff me out in some cruel cosmic game. I was terrified at the idea of not being here anymore, but I desperately believed the world would be better off without me. My introvertedness came more from a fear of stepping out of line and drawing the arrows of hate and disgust of others who were clearly, in some way, inconvenienced by my existence. I’ve found later in life that I’ve had this ongoing tendency to hold my breath or start breathing extremely shallowly in unknown situations as though I was trying to make the least amount of physical moves necessary to get through without drawing attention to myself. Still, I would dream of a world where I DID belong. I used to pray, first, that I would go away and fade out of the existence I was sure I wasn’t right for so that the overwhelming loathing of the world would no longer grip me in Every. Single. Thing. That I did. I am one, like so many before me and around me currently, who has spent hours upon hours upon hours wrapped up in soul-crushing suicidal ideation and a desperate need to appease the world through alleviating it of my existence. I spent so much time believing that the world would somehow be better off without me in it. Thus the short breaths to attempt to do as little damage to the existence I was forced to appear in—kind of like how some say that if you were to go back in time, even the flapping of a butterfly’s wings would change the course of events to come—I was trying not to make more of a mess than my existence already had forced me to make.
By Sarah Lynn Jones5 years ago in Psyche
How to be Invisible
From the time I was born, I was different. I was put into a world I never belonged in. My name is Luna, and not only do I have Asperger’s Syndrome, but I am an empath. As a child, I faced so many obstacles and the first was not being able to speak correctly. For the first ten years of my life, I was put through speech therapy and special education classes. It was the late 70’s and early to mid-80’s and Asperger’s did not even have a name yet. I was always was the outsider looking in where no one understood me and the one and only friend I ever had was Meredith. I met her when I was 6 years old in kindergarten. The only one in my life who not only accepted my weirdness but embraced it. I never had to pretend to be someone I was not and even when I had my random acts of waving at strangers like a crazy person or hopping around a grocery store yelling “BUNNY, BUNNY!! HOP, HOP, HOP!” Which I may say embarrassed my little sister the most, Meredith always seemed to be in her mode of “alright here she goes again but it will pass.”
By April San Miguel5 years ago in Psyche
Trying to Fit in With a Disability
Throughout my life, there are times when I have felt like I didn't fit in due to having a physical disability. I was born with Spina Bifida and at the time of my birth, it was still very much the norm that disabled people, no matter their ability would go to special needs school. I was no different, I started my education in a special needs school even though my parents wanted me to be integrated into the mainstream education system. Special needs education was great for making me more independent, but I didn't fit in with the level of work we did. I was always much better than everyone else and so always felt different to my peers. When I went to a mainstream school, this wasn't much better in terms of fitting in, but for quite different reasons. I was different, there was no getting away from that. Living with a disability no matter how independent you are, you will often be seen differently than others without a disability and sometimes it was made massively noticeable through the actions of others. Due to my difference from my peers, there were many times where I felt excluded either intentionally or unintentionally from both my peers and the education system as a whole.
By Sarah Park5 years ago in Psyche
Tales from an OCD Mind
I do not like the person that I have become, I don’t even know what I like or don’t like anymore. Who am I, as a person? What do I value? It seems as if everything has been stripped away from me. Nothing makes sense anymore, and the things which aren’t supposed to make any sense in life are those that plague me day and night with a horrendous intensity.
By Lumos Leviosa5 years ago in Psyche
How Twerking Saved My Life
I began twerking as a way to come out of my depression. I was sitting on a couch for almost six months straight and felt like someone would after sitting on a couch for that long. My body ached, I was overweight, and I was tired all the time. I was hurting and I needed a fighting chance. I needed inspiration because I was battling constant suicidal thoughts and ideations.
By DMTakeshi5 years ago in Psyche
Now, Where Do I Belong?
There's a part of chronic illness that no one ever really talks about. It lingers in the downtime, inbetween pain medicine and days spent managing symptoms. It's not something a doctor will often talk about - they've got bigger problems - or perhaps, may even go overlooked by your well meaning support group, all who utter that they're for you, and whilst you've no doubt that their intentions are pure, not even they can help when it sets in.
By Jade Hadfield5 years ago in Psyche
Mental health Changed my life
In August 2012, I achieved my childhood dream of becoming a Police Officer. From 2012 to 2017, I was working in the community I grew up in, Lindsay, Ontario, Canada.
By Jon Perrin5 years ago in Psyche
You Can Heal From Narcissistic Abuse Even if You Can't Afford a Therapist
I've had a rough past few years. Bitten by a toxic job and an even worse relationship, there were times when I didn't know if I would make it through.
By Caro Violet5 years ago in Psyche