coping
Life presents variables; learning how to cope in order to master, minimize, or tolerate what has come to pass.
'I refuse to see a suicide attempt as something to be ashamed of' - How my mental health survived the pandemic
“In a world where you can be anything, be kind” as Caroline Flack so rightly put; being kind to others is important to secure a happier world, being kind to yourself is just as crucial. Many people out there, I included, like to put others before themselves and it’s at that point where you don’t realise how much you’re actually falling apart inside. Slowly, piece by piece, everything you have built up begins to crumble before your eyes, but it’s too late to recover from that.
By Lewis Jefferies5 years ago in Psyche
Uncovering the Silence
Two weeks? They can't be serious. This must be some kind of practical joke. I can't survive two DAYS on my own, let alone two weeks. I always find excuses to talk to family and friends outside, keep myself talking. I can't stay stuck in my own head or else I start losing it. Keeping me here in an isolated, empty space for two weeks is just asking for something to go wrong.
By Jamie Lammers5 years ago in Psyche
Green with Envy
I’m a jealous person. It’s not pretty. And it is why social media is a tricky place for me. And by tricky, I mean like toxic fiery tar pits. I don’t have the constitution for it. I say that a lot, “I don’t have the constitution for it.” It’s a heady way of being self-deprecating without overtly putting myself down. I’m good like that.
By Mandy Osterhaus Ream5 years ago in Psyche
The Real “Invisible” Man
Elizabeth Moss stars in a new version of the Invisible Man where she plays a woman caught, but somewhat escaping, the clutches of an abusive and controlling man. As for how good the movie is, it was a “Meh, I’m not mad at it” on a scale of “made me angry it was so bad” to “Whoa, I need to tell all my social media peeps to watch this movie!!!” . In spite of it being a bit on the lukewarm side of “ok”, it did inspire me to delve into some mind soup on the topic of life after domestic violence.
By Nadine Buxton-Whatoname5 years ago in Psyche
The Ship That Saved Me
It’s been a month since I lost my job. I’ve had more stress than sleep. A friend of mine suggested I take melatonin before bed and here I am, 30 days later, desperately searching the bottom of the bottle for my last pill. I want to believe it’s working, so I’ll stick with that. I figured melatonin would be safer than emptying a bottle of red wine every night, although I have thought about it.
By Rachel Elizabeth 5 years ago in Psyche
When Sam Ellis killed two people with his car…
I was hitting a joint when I heard a car rage by my house. It was in the summer of 2015, sometime past midnight. Although the property had these tall, wooden fences blocking my view of the road, I could hear the engine roar with reckless abandon.
By Danger Wonka5 years ago in Psyche
Become one with nature and improve your mental health
My oldest son recently took me on a two-mile hiking trail across a local mountain. When we got out of the car he asked me to listen and I smiled; We both took note of the complete silence because we were away from the sounds of the city. The air was fresher and my sinuses cleared up. My son age 39 walked just a bit slower and I picked up my speed a little and we found we were walking in sync with each other and were one with nature. As I strolled behind him my son's clothing seemed to blend in with the hues on the mountain and I was amazed.
By Cheryl E Preston5 years ago in Psyche
Hello World
Wouldn’t it be easy if we could just get a diagnosis of PTSD, depression, or anxiety, understand what we know about that and change everything like we pick up a new hobby! There! All better. It doesn’t work like that in my experience. I struggle with all of the above and I’ve been trying to figure out how those things work for a long time. I still have so very much to study and learn, but here are my thoughts on that subject this week.
By Duointherain5 years ago in Psyche
THE DEEP DARK HOLE
Have you ever felt trapped inside your own body? I have, well I mean I do. I have suffered with this unbalanced lifestyle since I was maybe twelve or thirteen, maybe even before then just at that age it was my first time ever seeing a doctor for any sort of mental issues. Then it was severe on a different level I used to cut myself. I mean I didn't want to die I just did it. Years later I found out that cutting had something to do with control. By the time I was in high school that phase of my life was over and I know was noticing other unhealthy behavior's. I was barely ever in a classroom, I was engaging in a lot of risky sex. I was experiencing my high's and my low's at this point. I began smoking cigars (black and mild's) that quickly led to Mary jane. I was extremely excessive with my smoking. You know we learned long time ago that weed was the gateway drug. Nobody cared to listen we would say I'm never going to do anything else but smoke weed. when things were good with me mentally I would go to school, get along with my mother, and so many other good things. I would take baths, brush my teeth, comb my hair, wash my clothes. the way I felt on the inside would show severely on the outside. I soon realized that if i did not buckle down i would not graduate from high school. This only came to realization after being classified as a ninth grader for three years, My principal at the time meeting with my mother telling her I was not in the district to attend his school and that he wouldn't if I was applying myself and contributing to the school grade. Well of course I was not doing that my grades and behavior at that time was academically hurting my school. Now three years into high school with the same friends I went to middle school with second semester of what should have been my junior year I switched schools. We all know that was a tragedy for me. So there I was starting this new school where I knew no one. My new guidance counselor was some sort of prejudice, she expressed to me and my mom looking at my 3 years of taking the same 9th grade FCAT test she was surprised with my reading comprehension and writing skills, because I came from a predominantly black school. That didn't feel great at all, new school, no friends and my bias counselor. With only a year and half left of school the rest of that junior year I quickly met a few girls just like and one guy. That was my crew. We skipped most days, looked out for one another, kept each other safe. My home life was spiraling because of my then 2 years in 14 year old stepbrother. We were treated different I would get punished whenever i was caught doing something wrong. He got away with murder. I was living on edge skipping school going to get drunk and high, started taking ex pills, was already in a 2nd relationship with a guy six years older than me. Sneaking out at night, sneaking boys or shall I say men into my mom's home. Smoking in the house just on a frenzy of doing all the wrong things. By this time I was also considered a habitual run away in my county. I was constantly running away. I knew something was wrong with me because I'm a only child I was spoiled rotten my family loved me. Nothing really triggered these behaviors. I would just spaz out and up and leave like I was an adult. Thank god that in my senior year I got a offer from my school for kids like me. i would do virtual school in the day which was catching up 3 years in one year and at night I would attend my high school for my senior year work. I would fall off the band wagon sometimes and not even go to night school. Or miss so many assignments in virtual I'm literally swamped in school work. All in all I overcame I did it caught up 3 years in one year while at the same time doing the 4th year. I did 4 years of high school in one year graduated on time and walked the stage with my class. I cried walking that stage getting my diploma. I couldn't believe that I had done it myself, but I did. All was on my mind was I am free, I am an adult now. I graduated high school may 18 2009, at 17 years old. I am now 29 years old and this adult life journey has put me through me far worse ups and downs and now they were much more noticeable. extremely worse than before, as I sit here and type this right now my depression is extremely severe. I do not leave the house unless absolutely necessary. A lot of things i want to do with myself that I know I can do and succeed I just cant. I feel trapped inside my body. I have so many thoughts of going places and doing things but something just keeps me stuck inside for a complete year now... I will come back another day and tell you guys about that.. thank you for being great listeners. Until next time... (notice the way I write is how our conversation would go).. (sporadic) I hope you guys grab my concept.. This all facts of my journey with depression starting from first diagnosis. If you want more of it don't be afraid to show me you wanna hear from me.e3
By Alexandria White5 years ago in Psyche
