coping
Life presents variables; learning how to cope in order to master, minimize, or tolerate what has come to pass.
A Broken Soul's Battle Cry
The wrecking of my heart will never be undone. The brokenness of soul is a case in which very few of us survive. What does one do when they lose all hope? How are we to carry on as we look around and everything we see is just another shattered memory? Traumatized by loss, sorrow, suffering, abandonment, and loneliness. If the bonds one has created in life or were given along the way are ripped and torn apart, what is the point of attaching oneself to others? Of seeking love and friendships? Of looking forward to the dawn of another day?
By Star Besio-Sharp5 years ago in Psyche
The Figure
The Figure The figure stepped backwards into the dark recesses of the room. The sound of the number, “nineteen,” fading along with it. Andrés blinked over and over, trying to make out what he had just seen. His eyelids began to twitch as he transitioned back and forth from a series of blinks to squinting, to see if anyone was there. He reached out to his girlfriend, but she was not there. It had been a while since she was there next to him and at times he wondered if she was ever there at all. He reached over and turned on the lamp that was sitting on top of his nightstand, next to his bed. The darkness scattered from the room and revealed that, indeed, neither Vero nor anyone else was in the room with him. He replayed the experience in his head. He could only see contours of a human-like shape dissolving from his limited field of view. There was some semblance of light coming in from his window, but it was still dark out and his curtains were not drawn.
By Andrew Jacob5 years ago in Psyche
Entry #2
My poor therapist. Today's session was nearly a straight hour of tears. I began by talking about my apparent inability to keep a relationship. Have a relationship? Be one of two people within a relationship? I don't know. But the overall topic was wondering if I may, in fact, be alone for the rest of my life.
By Hilary Dane5 years ago in Psyche
Her Truth
The following conveys what axis True North is for the writer. This narration is a work of fiction that defines True North, and later transitions to the character forms that prevent hope from entering the axis point thereof. This work is to navigate in black and white, Shawn’s trauma and resilience.
By Chariss Rausaw5 years ago in Psyche
Entry #1
I started therapy. Again. I had a plan. I started searching for a therapist because I already knew that I was going to need one. I was going to be on the ball, ahead of the game, keeping the world on its toes. Being the type of person that does most things on a whim, this was a pretty big deal in my world. I have a goal. A goal to write a book that has been in the making for more than 10 years. Much of the foundation is already written. I have been holding on to it for years. The problem, however, is that much of what I wrote so many years ago is all but forgotten. I know the main points...but the details have faded. I am very aware that as this process starts it is going to bring up some dark thoughts and feelings of hurt and anger. My past attempts of starting this process, I wound up far too afraid to face my past self and put it back into the dusty old box it had been stored in. I don't think I was far enough removed from that version of myself to actually take a look back at her and feel safe. And now here I sit. I do not want to put it off any longer. There has to be a reason that I cannot stop thinking about getting it done, and until I do it, I will never know.
By Hilary Dane5 years ago in Psyche
I'm Afraid to Share My Story
My therapist and I were talking the other day... If you hang around me long enough, you'll learn that a LOT of my sentences start like that. Part of it might be that, aside from my partner and children, my therapist is one of the only people I talk to now that we have all been locked inside for the better part of a year.
By Rebecca Hansen5 years ago in Psyche
The Balancing Act
Acknowledgment The father of cognitive-behavioral therapy, Doctor Aaron Beck, does not get enough credit in modern times for his work. Many theorists and clinical psychologists have repurposed CBT Theory by putting a personal spin on the basic premise of the theory, which is, “If you change your thoughts, you change your world.” To that end, I want to dedicate this book to Dr. Aaron Beck to show my appreciation for his contribution to the field of psychology. Were it not for his teachings; I would not be as successful as I am today working in behavioral health and addiction treatment.
By Dejaye Botkin5 years ago in Psyche
Shattered
The lines have finally blurred completely. I... think I was just at a party but I can't be sure. One minute I was drinking a martini and then the next I'm draped like an old coat on a chair. I don't remember getting here. I'm in a blue dress now... I vividly remember wearing a red dress at the party. It’s all still fresh in my mind. I was there, sipping a martini, gin not vodka, and debating this insufferable woman that maki was a very valid way to consume sushi. I don't eat sushi. It makes my stomach turn knots just thinking of it. I don't know why I know that maki is a form of sushi where it is basically seaweed wrapped. It was happening again.
By G. Dean Manuel5 years ago in Psyche
