coping
Life presents variables; learning how to cope in order to master, minimize, or tolerate what has come to pass.
The Truth About Suicidal Ideation (SI)
This story addresses suicidal ideation (SI) and my experience in counseling to diminish these thoughts. A secondary purpose is to provide introductory insight on a psychotherapy method that has worked well for me. It is not advocating suicide or self-harm as a solution to current struggles or mental anguish. If you feel unsafe with your thoughts, please feel free to contact the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 800-273-8255, or visit their website here for chat options.
By Kat Sung (they/them)5 years ago in Psyche
Tales from the Dyslexic Side: Part 3
Reading slowly and missing out on the meaning aren’t the only problems for dyslexics at school. We also try hard, making a huge effort only to end up with a chaotic mess. Even before I was allowed to use pens and let loose with bottles of ink (I still can’t believe they let primary schools kids use fountain pens), my school work was always a mess; my exercise books were a spaghetti junction of crossings out and smudges where some words floated off the lines and others sank beneath them. There was no uniformity of letter size from the beginning to end of a word and the whole thing was a battleground of arrows showing where certain letters had been inserted too late.
By Jodie Adam5 years ago in Psyche
You Can Also Write When You're Sober
One of my biggest reservations about quitting drinking was that I thought I wouldn't be able to write. Alcohol lubricated my fingers as they swept over the keyboard, typing out what was flowing from my head. Sometimes it was a breached dam and other times it was a gentle, meandering creek. Whichever it was, alcohol was my canoe.
By Aly Gulamhusein5 years ago in Psyche
Is This Reasonable? This Stopped Me Killing Myself.
March 2020. Covid had just hit Ireland and it was announced we would be going into lockdown (our first of many as it turns out). I had just managed to make an appointment with the local Pieta House (a suicidal prevention and mental health support centre). I was probably one of the last people they had in face to face. From then on my counsellor (Amanda) would contact me through bi-weekly phone calls. I should explain that I was not suicidal and depressed because of Covid. It didn't help but rather my low state was due to my situation in life.
By Conor Matthews5 years ago in Psyche
Drowning my sorrows in Chocolate
No matter how happy or fulfilling your life is we all have off days. We all have times when we are down in the dumps. We feel like things fall out of place from time to time. We go through; break ups, job changes, loss of loved ones and the list of things that get us down goes on and on. When life seems to continuously through us curve balls we look for ways to deal with the stress. Things to make us feel better about ourselves and lift us up. We all have different ways of dealing with life’s problems. Some of us turn to drinking or drugs. Some turn to more physical healthier stress relievers such as; boxing, crafts, rock climbing and what ever else. Many of us turn to food. A big one in particular with the ladies (and now my self) is chocolate.
By Paul whiddon 5 years ago in Psyche
Chrysalis
Chelsea sat on the worn carpet of the master bedroom, a smooth drumstick in her hand. Years of traffic had matted the beige surface to little, scratchy nubs beneath her bare legs. Afternoon light filtered in through the open blinds. She sat cross legged with her children around her. Ashton, seventeen, with his jaw length hair, parted in the middle, patted a drum beat on the practice pad that lay on the floor between them. Chloe and Stella, fourteen and ten, respectively, also banged on the black, octagonal surface with long sticks.
By Chelsea Walker5 years ago in Psyche
How Sewing Saved my Sanity
I am known as a very strong individual. I work alone day after day as a private investigator. Hour after hour sitting beside the road waiting for miscreants to do what they do. I've been at gunpoint, stranded in snow storms, and sick as a dog on the road with no one to help. But that's life. And life goes on. Rarely have I faced anything that would cause me to miss a day of work or unsettle my mental equilibrium.
By Betty Stallard5 years ago in Psyche
Counting My Blessings Despite the Pain Is What I Decide To Choose Any Day
Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional! — Haruki Murakami Saying that my 30 plus-hour-trip from Tunisia to Brazil was exhausting would be an underestimation. My first flight from Tunis to Frankfurt was at 2 am. My beloved furry kid was terrified and too agitated.
By Myriam Ben Salem5 years ago in Psyche
