coping
Life presents variables; learning how to cope in order to master, minimize, or tolerate what has come to pass.
Fear of Lack of Control
Some might say death is the greatest fear of the ego but even that can be simplified down to fear — fear of lack of control. The ego is constructed as such that it can only feel powerful if it feels like it has complete control. It takes time for the ego to construct itself in childhood and then the remainder of life is spent deconstructing said ego again to return to that innocent, natural state of spirit that we are originally created as. I recall only too well the first time it was put to me by a teacher that fear of lack of control is the underlying fear of all people and particularly of those people who are not coping well. I initially resisted the idea as my own ego did not want to entertain the idea that I might be responsible for my own unhappiness in any way. Over time though, I have seen it in action, in myself and in others.
By Gabriella Grace8 years ago in Psyche
A Treatment for Depression
Depression is a fairly common ailment and ways of treating it range from medication to therapy or a combination of many things, including support from loved ones. I have many friends that share their stories on social media, the medications they take and simple posts talking through it all. I read, click the heart emoji, and will often private message them and let them know that I am open to talk, if they should need it.
By Desi Logan8 years ago in Psyche
Music Saved My Life
I think we have all heard at one point or another in our lives about the "power of music." This can be seen in the joy music brings to party goers or the more poignant moments such as a daughter dancing to a beautiful song with her father on her wedding day. I have heard about this power many times in my 32 years, but it never quite sunk in until I had reached my own personal breaking point.
By Kimberly Sterling8 years ago in Psyche
A Trichy Story
A Trichy story. Where do I start? Well, maybe right here because my hand keeps straying up to my head to pick at the bumpy, crusty scabs on my scalp. I better start typing something in order to occupy both hands, and make a start on this story. It is one of my stories, and one aspect of me. My name's Dandelion, and since the age of 5 I have been continually fighting an inner dance of detachment with my hair. Or more finely put, in the most part, my eyelashes and eyebrows.
By Dandelion Florence8 years ago in Psyche
Crafting In The Name Of...
The last few months before this recent breakthrough were filled with dark times that spun me around more than all the alcohol I was consuming. Depression has this way of taking and taking, but there's nothing to take so it gets agitated with you and all you want to do is sleep. There's all this noise around you that stills the clock, and you just want the time to pass quickly but it's stuck in slow motion like your head is.
By Nicole King8 years ago in Psyche
Owner
I’ve never been in charge of them, of those thoughts that plague me what seems like every waking moment. It wasn’t… they came on, after little comments from friends, one by one, just slowly, and I didn’t think anything of them, you know? Growing up, they’re expected, right? Teenage girls go through that phase of full-on doubt. Phases are phases, though. They end, not last for years. And this has lasted for years; it’s never dissipated, never gone away — just grown to the point where those thoughts are there all the time.
By Cassandra Townsend8 years ago in Psyche
