coping
Life presents variables; learning how to cope in order to master, minimize, or tolerate what has come to pass.
Bare Branches
As I was driving home from town earlier this month, I suddenly noticed that the trees had no leaves on them. It struck me in surprise, because the last time I had noticed them, the trees were just beginning to turn colors. Time had slipped right past me, and I had flowed right along for the ride, never once paying attention to where I was going - not even lifting my head one time from what I was doing to look at the beauty of my surroundings and my favorite season. Looking back, I realize that the social media/internet break I had planned had turned into a walking fugue state.
By Mother Combs3 months ago in Psyche
ADHD Isn't Just In The Mind, It's Physically Painful Too
I write this whilst in the middle of one of my exceptionally bad ADHD flare ups, something I haven't experienced in months. I am curled up on my foldout floor armchair I keep in my bedroom, but have brought through to my studio to be beside my personal Christmas tree and away from everyone else in the house, because this is the only place I feel safe right now. I have swapped the jumper I had been wearing all morning as I could no longer stand the sensation of it, desperately craving a really specific jumper like a life-line. Warm, loose, baggy and so incredibly soft. I feel violently nauseous, close to tears for no reason at all, my head spinning like I have a thousand million nonsensical thoughts being whisked around in a mixer to which I can't make out anything, and it all feels like it's happening right behind my eyes. I want to talk and talk and talk and let out so much energy, just unleash everything that's bubbling inside me like a potion pot of poison, but as soon as I talk or speak I'm overwhelmed and overstimulated by myself. My heart beating fast and my pulse racing even though I haven't even started the 100 meter dash, and my eyes lit by LED bulbs, it's power supplied by Duracell double ADHD batteries. My brain painfully struggling to comprehend the link between my physical pain and my spicy brain in this moment.
By Megan Kingsbury3 months ago in Psyche
Alcohol Gives Me Hangexity
“Never lie, steal, cheat, or drink. But if you must lie, lie in the arms of the one you love. If you must steal, steal away from bad company. If you must cheat, cheat death. And if you must drink, drink in the moments that take your breath away.” — Alex Hitch, Hitch
By Chantal Christie Weiss3 months ago in Psyche
When Winter Teaches Us How to Feel Again. AI-Generated.
December doesn’t arrive loudly. It seeps in. Earlier sunsets after a day of rain. Streets that look familiar but feel emptied of color. The air sharp enough to make you aware of your breath. Winter, more than any other season, doesn’t ask for productivity or performance. It asks for honesty.
By Ahmet Kıvanç Demirkıran3 months ago in Psyche
Watch Out Wednesdays (12/17/25)
During the holiday season, here are some things that we all need to watch out for on this Watch Out Wednesday! Wow! 1. Beware of the flu season. This is the time that we are normally around family more than usual, but this flu season is more than aggressive this season. The new flu strain this year is called subclade K that affects adults over twice as much more than children. This strain is shown to be more resistant than the ones from last winter. Social distance comes to mind, especially with who is currently the US Health and Human Services Secretary.
By Adrian Holman3 months ago in Psyche
The Empty Chair:. AI-Generated.
The waiting room looked ordinary at first glance rows of plastic chairs, a merchandising system buzzing in the corner, fluorescent lighting fixtures buzzing overhead. people came and went, shuffling papers, checking phones, whispering to each other in hushed tones. but one chair always stood out.
By The Writer...A_Awan3 months ago in Psyche
The Unknown Passenger:. AI-Generated.
It became close to midnight after I boarded the closing bus home. The metropolis outdoor become drenched in rain, the streets shimmering beneath the faint glow of flickering lamps. inside the bus, the air smelled faintly of damp fabric and tiredness. A handful of passengers sat scattered throughout the seats—students with headphones, office people staring blankly at their telephones, and some strangers whose faces I didn’t trouble to observe.
By The Writer...A_Awan3 months ago in Psyche
Not Everyone is Counting Down
Every year, starting December 1st, the countdown begins. Advent calendars are opened. Holiday movies play on repeat. Conversations fill with excitement about traditions, plans, and everything people can’t wait for. And every year, I watch that countdown from the outside.
By Annie Edwards 3 months ago in Psyche
