coping
Life presents variables; learning how to cope in order to master, minimize, or tolerate what has come to pass.
Lies of My Past
I was a liar—a big one. Not because I wanted to be but because it was easier that way. People didn't want to hear my truth. Most of them would instead have believed that I was alright, and all was well with my world because then they didn't have to do shit. Humans always seemed to want to take the easy route, in my former opinion, probably because "the easy route" means less mental stress and less physical work. Here is an example that should help me illuminate this to you: a few years ago, while attending university, I was in a deep depression, and like your average learner, I tended to struggle with keeping up with the workload of multiple courses. Which meant my homework didn't always get done when it needed to be. So I often found myself lying to professors in hopes of getting a second chance of finishing whatever needed to be completed, and it usually worked. There was this one time, in particular, where I had procrastinated past a due date; when I went to the professor's office to ask for more time, I lied and said I was under a lot of stress and was sorry for the inconvenience it would cause her, my professor, of turning in late work if she allowed me to submit it.
By Megan Sartori5 years ago in Psyche
How To Take Care Of Your Mental Health?
Mental health is the condition of the successful functioning of all our mental functions. It is difficult to explain this but when a person is mentally healthy he is able to perform daily activities successfully and is able to deal with good human relationships, he is able to cope with change and deal with diversity . Although in our daily lives we do not see what mental health is all about, we become curious about it as soon as we realize that there is something wrong or absent in life. mental beauty and yet most of the times we choose to ignore it.
By healthlove5 years ago in Psyche
Healing a Bleeding Heart
Having my heart broken is one of the worst experiences I have had as a person living with borderline personality disorder (BPD). When my heart is broken, I can’t describe it as “feeling sad.” I honestly don’t know if I have ever just felt “sad.” Rather, I feel like the pain is tearing me apart from my core, inside out, and my only thoughts of reprieve from the pain are suicidal.
By Ashley Nestler, MSW5 years ago in Psyche
Mental Health & the Black Community
Hey guys, I thought I would share with you the tough moments that I've had to deal with fighting anxiety and depression. Maybe I can help someone along the way who's new to this and doesn’t know what to do or doesn’t have anyone to talk to. These are just some things that I've experienced and how I've dealt with them. Thank God for me these moments sometimes don't last long. I knew something was wrong when I started having palpitations (heart flutters) when I got angry or stressed. I overlooked it for a few weeks then I exploded.
By Shante Demery 5 years ago in Psyche
5 Ways to Not Let Your Disorders Control You
How do you not let a diagnosis control you? How do you not let it define your entire life? With each new doctor, each diagnosis is either thrown away, or a new one is created. New words are added, old words are thrown away. As if each new doctor knows everything about you in the entire hour they have known you. As if that intake questionnaire was going to tell them exactly who I am and what kind of help I need. How do you not over think that? How do you not get angry?
By Katherine Estelle5 years ago in Psyche
The Sad, Solitary ... Savant?
Foreword: This article is one discussing mental health and that of artists specifically. These are simply my thoughts on the topic. If you struggle with mental health in a serious way and/or need help finding crisis resources please consider reaching out to a professional or a loved one for help. There is no shame in doing so.
By David Arvidson5 years ago in Psyche
The Reality of Loss to Suicide
The events of Sunday 23rd August 2015 are forever etched in my mind. This was the day that Jake took his own life and the day that time became irrelevant, as it will always seem like yesterday. I want to share something in this blog about the paramedics who attended Jake’s death, what one of them said to me and why I will be forever grateful.
By Melanie Anderton5 years ago in Psyche
Dear Stranger
I suffer from a lot of mental and physical illnesses. I am used to getting looked at in public when people see me using things that are obviously meant for disabled people. I know I am young, but that doesn't mean that I am not disabled. I have severe anxiety and depression, as well as PTSD and bipolar, and some other issues that I am sure I will get into later. I hate going out in public, because I am always afraid of what people think of me, or say about me. Honestly, compared to the lady today, I am starting to be grateful they say it behind my back. After an awful experience at the grocery store today, I felt the need to write this in hopes that if she didn't see it, someone with her mindset might.
By Dessa Harris5 years ago in Psyche





