coping

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

Mind vs Brain
Think about it for a second. Think about it in solely a corporeal lens. We are creatures of survival. Not just in the big, 127-Hours-type situations, but in the day-to-day. Our bodies tell us what we need to do when we need to do it. We need energy to fuel our bodies so our tummies gurgle and the smells of food become very appealing and we eventually find a way to consume nourishment. We need sleep so our brains produce melatonin in a relatively diurnal (pause for students and insomniacs) rhythm and we begin to slow in bodily function, recline and fall into a slumber. Many of these routine things we do are because our bodies signal the need for it. But our bodies are truly nothing without the brain in both the physical and mental process. Our brain is the mastermind (literally) of the whole operation, the reason we survive. We breathe at pace because the mastermind knows how much oxygen we need, we gain adrenaline that gives us extra power to battle or flee in situations of danger, and we do these things seemingly instinctually when the circumstance arises. But the brain has a separate domain, the one that I'll call the mind for delineation purposes only, that becomes the reason some may decide to cease existence. Now think about that for a second. We are wired to do anything it takes to survive but there is another realm in the mind that can override all of that natural action and instead put oneself into the situation our brains actively avoid. Death means different things for different people, so here's my take.
By Arya5 years ago in Psyche
It is Perfectly Okay to Admit You Are Not Okay
Question – There are days that I just don’t want to do this life thing any more. I am constantly thinking I need to leave this earth life behind. It is just too much to bare. Day after day, I just don’t want to be living. I hate these horrible thoughts in my head. Are they real? Are they a prompting I need to follow through with or can it be stopped or healed? What is going on?
By Kristena Eden5 years ago in Psyche
The Corners of My Mind
My words were difficult to read, he said. “They’re not exactly a picnic to write,” I answered. “But if you really want to see what’s in my head…”
By Christa Leigh5 years ago in Psyche
3 Tips for Hypochondriacs . Top Story - February 2021.
If you read my article that I published for my birthday, then you will know a little bit about me. Long story short, I suffer from agoraphobia and hypochondria and have for a very, very long time now. You would have also probably noticed that I have written articles on coping with agoraphobia. Remember, I say coping, not cures. I have personally never found a cure, but I have found methods of coping that makes it less daunting to deal with. I have never written one about my hypochondria because until about 2019, I had never really found a coping mechanism for it.
By Annie Kapur5 years ago in Psyche
What I Learned About Life While Watching My Best Friend Die
By the time I turned 25, I had all but given up on the idea that I would ever have a female best friend. I had a big circle of friends, but I had never really found my person.
By Bradlee Bryant5 years ago in Psyche
Mental Illness During the Pandemic
One of the biggest problems I have ever dealt with in my life has been my mental illness. I was diagnosed with Manic Depression as well as Bipolar Disorder 2 when I was 13. Though because I was so young my therapist now thinks that it might be some kind of personality disorder instead. Like BPD (Borderline Personality Disorder).
By Cheyenne Klein5 years ago in Psyche
Why I hate myself
Hopeful this won’t be too long. I knew I would become a disappointment to my parents eventually. I have two very loving parents who have given me everything, but I have only disappointed them with my negativity. I feel I will never be good enough at anything I want to pursue. I think I can’t retain the knowledge to its depth or retain it quickly. Often, it’s hard even to recall information, explaining and forgetting simple words in a sentence. I always feel there is something wrong with me, that I couldn’t be in a job learning a lot of information because I couldn’t contain it all.
By Annie Curran5 years ago in Psyche
Mental Health Awareness
Today I wanted to discuss something very important to me as an individual and something I feel should be spoken more about with clarity. It is a concept that has been underrated and hasn't had the power to influence many to feel okay about suffering with it. Mental Health Awareness; is a topic I want to elaborate on and will attempt in a few paragraphs as opposed to a 40-minute youtube video to elongate the simple details that are not known to many people, or spoken about enough.
By H E N N A J O U R N E Y5 years ago in Psyche
The Heartbreak, Hopelessness, and Hilarity of Dementia
While no one can change the outcome of dementia or Alzheimer’s, with the right support you can change the journey. ~Tara Reed
By Lynda Coker5 years ago in Psyche
Uvajed
And here I was, speeding up my breaths. As I m lying here on my back, watching my vision grow hazy and I feel my breaths shorten. I know what's coming, I know what is inevitable, yet I can't fathom myself feeling everything as it happens. I squeeze the spine and rims of the book. I still feel, at least I still have some feeling left in my rapidly chilling body. Blood started to stain the book's bottom and top edge—a slick yet warm goo from my fingers. I feel my heartbeat pick up and drop as soon as it gains in rhythm. My toes are cold, and my legs are numb. I try to quickly change the thoughts going through my head. My mind goes back to the day I went to Sherman hill with my two cousins during a blizzard.
By Genee5 years ago in Psyche
ADHD and Me
Over the past few weeks, I've been periodically seeing posts online about how ADHD presents differently in girls than boys, leading to being diagnosed late, if at all. As such, there is less awareness and understanding surrounding girls with ADHD, and it’s something that has been playing around my mind a lot. As I write this, I have a million other things that I should be doing, but ironically the idea to write this is distracting me from those other tasks. So, I'm here to talk (and probably ramble slightly) about my experiences so far as a female with late-diagnosed ADHD. Perhaps someone out there will benefit from it and seek the help they need. Whatever happens, if this is useful to even one person, or does some good in some way, then I'm happy. Now for some quick disclaimers: the things i discuss here are from my own experiences. Where I have mentioned scientific findings, I have cited the articles I got that information from.
By Hettie5 years ago in Psyche
Monday Morning Self Discovery
As I was driving and daydreaming that day, Rolling Stones by Wild Rivers played. The first time it came on I just listened, then felt compelled to restart it, and this time I sang along. I was singing when a particularly large raindrop caught my eye as it hit the drivers side window, and behind that droplet was a house I’ve seen many times before. I thought about that house for a moment and my mind so generously gave me memories of when I first began working in this area. I would drive by that house every day and every day I would think to myself about how beautiful it was. A large colonial style home that had a particular warmth to it, the black shutters and door a wonderful contrast to ever pristine whiteness of it. Although it stood out wonderfully in the dreary December rain wearing it's wreaths proudly, I had always thought it looked magnificent. I remembered fondly how I would always crane my neck to look at it when I drove by. When did I stop doing that? It's still a beautiful home and I still believe in that fact but when did I stop looking to appreciate it? When did it subconsciously become another mundane part of my life, and is it possible I do that with everything? I thought about this as I was singing along and oddly enough, I realized that my eyes were filled with tears. Not a typical sort of welled up eyes, but the kind of tears that scratch from underneath the skin on your cheeks as if every ounce of sorrow is trying to escape through your pores. I think I was sad about more than a few things that I had yet to analyze, instead put in a locker in the pit of my stomach to save for a later time.
By Grace Burr5 years ago in Psyche