coping
Life presents variables; learning how to cope in order to master, minimize, or tolerate what has come to pass.
The Lengths I Will Go to JUST to Prove a Point
My life feels like it is in constant turmoil. It is. I'm moving. I'm broke. I'm failing classes. I for some reason keep dating addicts. I could write about all of that. I could even have told you about my first job. I could write about discovering my favorite TV show. I could tell you what it's like to wake up driving a car. None of these events were really shocking. They really didn’t inspire me. They are all after tremors of the only event that has ever saved my life. It isn’t a good thing. It isn’t a complicated thing. I’m not the only person who experienced it. There is absolutely nothing "special” about losing a friend.
By Marissa shook8 years ago in Psyche
Dear Dementia
You're a thief. There's no cure for you, there's no way out of your grasp, there's nothing can stop you. Nothing but pain is what you leave behind. You're not a disease, but a syndrome. People never realize how much the human mind is worth until they meet you. You suck.
By Kiley Henry8 years ago in Psyche
Schizoaffective Disorder and Horror Video Games
One look at my Twitch’s history and you’ll find that I have a pretty specific video game genre of choice: horror. I love a good psychological thriller, slasher, fourth wall breaking, or otherwise, game that will make me jump and scream. On a deeper level, I love video games that trigger my psychosis and brings the monsters that I meet in my mind, to my TV screen.
By Fiona Wong8 years ago in Psyche
Internal Dialogue With Anxiety & Depression
Rotting in this vicious cycle. Can't get the noise in my head off of repeat. A constant wrecking ball of unexpected masses smashing my happiness to smithereens. Never have been good enough for others, now it's time for me to be exceptional for myself. I am done having my boundaries dismantled every time I put the last brick in. This isn't the road I anticipated to be on. Filled with potholes of multiple guilt trips. Caring too much for others and never enough for me. Pushed too far over my limits that I've snapped without people noticing. Afraid to ask for help for so many reasons, yet I can't keep everything bottled inside. Needing to find out who I am instead of being told by the ones around me. There are times I wish I no longer existed. In a mind like mine, death doesn't seem selfish with all the pain, hurt, and agony that has been gone through. It's easy to say, "That it can't be that bad." Yet no one knows the hell that I've gone through. Yet, I remain for those who rely on me. That's my problem. I care too damn much for the people that care the least for me. They don't even notice, even when I tell them how much pain and torment I am going through. I haven't been taking care of myself the way I need to be. I have been putting the priorities of others before my own. This suffering in silence needs to end. Tired of being called selfish and inconsiderate for taking time for myself to refresh and take care of me. Filled with emotions that have pushed me to do the right thing for myself and the ones dear to my heart. Things going through my mind on a daily basis. I shouldn't have to apologize for who I am. I'm fully aware that I need to change, not for others, but for myself. So if I don't fit in your perfect mold of who you think I should be, then you should invest in a doll to better accommodate your needs. You don't even know who I am because you are so preoccupied with your assumptions. I am trying so hard to better myself by taking it one day at a time. The things I have been doing lately is for my sanity and overall well being. Tired of being condoned for the faults of others they see in themselves that they don't want to own up to. Want to get past the old ideology of being seen and not heard because it is taking a detrimental impact on my overall well being. Everyone is afraid to tell me the truth because of how I may react. I don't want anyone to hold back what they want to say to me. Lack of communication in my life is causing unnecessary stress. I just want to be normal. Yet what is normal? I've got so much on my shoulders that shouldn't be there that I need to get rid of. Ultimately, I need to stop having this internal dialogue on a daily basis. It's slowly killing me inside, this random torment that comes into my life. Becoming ever so impatient with myself that I don't know what to do. I am so indecisive, that I can't even decide. I'm trying to do what's right for me, yet I've been forced to believe for such a long time to put others first and myself last. Why do I have to be damned to others that don't even care have to be put in front of me? I don't deserve to be treated like I don't belong in this world. It's time that I defy the rules that have been laid in place for me. I shouldn't hold back any longer of what's on my mind and tell it how I see it. I am ready to fight for what I believe in, and not afraid to die for it.
By Joy Ergang8 years ago in Psyche
Depression and Education
Hi. I'm Jade, a 20-year-old university student studying graphic design, and I am in my second year. I live in a town in Yorkshire, England, still with my parents. I'd move out, but property is pricy in my area, even to rent. There is also the fact I suffer from anxiety and depression, which puts a toll on my confidence and motivational levels.
By Jade Walker8 years ago in Psyche
Pet Photography & Mental Illness
If you ever read my bio, yes, I'm a depressed person, but there's one thing in my life that makes me happy; it's pet photography! I have three guinea pigs and a cat that I absolutely love with all my heart. I love them so much I take pictures of them, it’s a hobby that one day I want to turn into my dream job. I also live with my sister where I take pictures of her dogs too.
By Shelby Spencer8 years ago in Psyche
Work Related Stress
We all have stress at our jobs. I’m not going to sit here and tell you that my job is more stressful than say a soldier or fireman, but some days, I try to work with everyone around me and be reasonably agreeable, but it seems that I always meet some kind of resistance, no matter how I approach the problem.
By James Howell8 years ago in Psyche
My Struggle
This is something I’m so scared to write. But some of you reading may need to see this. This is why I chose to share with all of you, my readers. It’ll be an emotional roller-coaster for not just you. It’ll be one for me too. Keep in mind that I’m the one who went through all of this shit the past five or six years of my life. Yes, I am aware that there are other people who went through similar experiences that are too scared to share their story with others. But I am not too scared. This is because I like sharing my story and helping others overcome their own problems, just like I did. So read on and dive in to the story I never should have lived.
By Serena Fix8 years ago in Psyche
How Working as a Retail Assistant Saves My Life Every Day
I moved to the United Kingdom four years ago for study purposes. A year ago I fully came to the realization that I did not arrive by myself. Without previously noticing, I also took anxiety and depression with me as baggage. After one year, I still do not know when the feelings of unavoidable worry started or why I feel sometimes so low that crying seems like the best way to spend my days. However, what I know is that I push myself gently every day to wake up in the morning, to get up from the bed and to smile at people. What makes my situation much easier is a part-time job of R]retail assistant. Not only because I look forward to starting my shift every time, but also because it worked for me better than any therapy.
By Katka Krajcirovicova8 years ago in Psyche
Mental Health & Gaming
I’m sat on a wooden bench in a misty seaside town on the south coast watching the lights shimmer out across the sea, pondering the journey that has led me to this spot again whilst the December air bites at my face. I used to come here as a young teen when my head was full of girls, confusion, football, video games, and American films from the 80s. Not much has changed apart from now it’s late at night and I’ve come here to smoke a cigar as I feel I can justify one every now and then, having quit smoking years ago. I have come to a local pub to write this article to get out of my dad's spare room where I reside at present due to various different circumstances. I am 37 and play video games.
By Andrew Foster8 years ago in Psyche
