anxiety
A look at anxiety in its many forms and manifestations; what is the nature of this specific pattern of extreme fear and worry?
Take a Deep Breath
It can be overpowering sometimes – the constant tormented loop of anxiety. When it feels like it never stops spinning, instead growing faster and faster until the outside world becomes a composition of blended colours and shapes blurred into obscurity. To be anxious has for far too long be deemed unnatural. And if you are, you’re weak, unbalanced, unable to cope – a disastrous construct of a millennial world who needs to buckle up and “get on with it.”
By The Rumble Online6 years ago in Psyche
The Anxiety Diaries
I'm doing my due diligence during quarantine by sitting on my couch, watching TV, and I decide to text my best friend. I haven't seen her since September, so this text needs to be epic. It needs to make her laugh hysterically and maybe even cry because she misses me as much as I miss her. It needs to remind her of how awesome our friendship is and wonder why we keep letting life get in the way.
By M. R. Warju6 years ago in Psyche
Social Distancing & Stress During the Coronavirus Pandemic
In my March 17 piece, Coping with Coronavirus in California, I acknowledged that much of what I wrote would quickly become outdated due to how quickly things were evolving and escalating in relation to the pandemic. Change is proving to be the only constant, especially in these trying times. I decided to write a follow-up based on what has transpired since and the need to prioritize mental health during the pandemic.
By Natalie Rosen6 years ago in Psyche
The things that keep you up at night
Imagine it’s the end of the day. You did your nighttime routine. Everythings off, and you double-check that the door is locked. You feel satisfied. You feel safe, right? So you crawl into bed. You might even tell your significant other good night, or if there’s not one maybe a pet. My point is you are in bed still feeling safe. You check your phone before you put it down for the night. You close your eyes thinking you will now sleep.
By Diane Luna6 years ago in Psyche
Nowhere for Anxiety To Go
Right now, the Corona Virus outbreak is causing most people a lot of anxiety. It’s taken me back to times when I felt like I couldn’t get away from my anxiety for even a moment; that feeling of being a caged animal or of being backed tightly into a corner with no escape route yet desperately needing to flee. I don’t doubt that I’m not alone in feeling like this.
By Alicia Brunskill6 years ago in Psyche
I am scared of deer.
I look out the window - there it is. Brown, still, dense- locked in a stare, I am crippled with fear. I am terrified of deer, have been since high school, I admit with pride. Yes, we're both talking about the same thing here. Deer- the woodland creature that gets this reputation of innocence from the beloved Disney film.
By Andie Rooney 6 years ago in Psyche
The Masterpiece - My Struggle to find Agency
Your fingers around the pencil, the pen, the paintbrush. Trespassing, wielding a device not meant for you, but a god. Wielding so much power, one must be responsible with it. The weight of all the world’s authors and all the world’s artists pressing down on you. Such a small tool, such a small paper, but oh - what a large canvas. There are shoes to fill, expectations to meet. Not an inch of paper be wasted, not a drop of ink or paint unworthy of man be squandered on resources so dear. Guilty you are, sitting with the tools of the great… hoping you may be worthy to break the bonds of consumption and finally produce, to be a force acting on life rather than life acting on you. In a world of beauty and terror and great philosophy, do you have the energy to even scrape the likes of that which you cherish and envy? The world will see your work, your thoughts, ideas, and visions. They will judge you. Your simple, ugly pictures, devoid of meaning, mere noise and mediocre repetitive nonsense not worth a glance. Your broken, impractical designs, left to erode into the background of the life you wish to live. Your art is you. Your empty walls, empty journals, your mountains of tools. Unwritten words. Squandered materials that to touch would be to adulterate. It’s who you want to be, the designer, the artist, the writer, the engineer. You have all the tools, just do it. Isn’t this who you want to be? You are an artist without a single stroke, a writer without a single word, an engineer without a single design. Oh what a task, an expectation. How can you claim to love that which you don’t do? How can you claim to be the person you are not? Imposter. Weakling. Fool. All around you there is greatness. Even in the simplest of people there is a drive to create - and so they do. How joyous they are with their craft, their pleasure, their originality. Wouldn’t it be nice to have something you enjoy, something that makes you human in a sense… above biology through biology. Everyone feels the same. Elements in a world we will never understand but that acts and controls our rhythmic desires, developments, and behaviors through the generations.
By Gatlen Culp6 years ago in Psyche
