coping
Life presents variables; learning how to cope in order to master, minimize, or tolerate what has come to pass.
Surviving a Relationship with an Alcoholic
Note: When I decided to give Vocal a try and pondered how to set myself apart from all of the other extremely talented people here. I came up with the idea to include a song that related to each article that I post. It may be an original, it may be me singing a cover tune, it may be me singing with a guitar...or an ukulele...or a piano. We'll see how it goes.
By Eddie Martino5 years ago in Psyche
Straight No Chaser
“There can be miracles if you believe.” Believe. That word, some seven letters long, is miles away from the turmoil brewing on the inside. It's more like a dark gray typhoon. The chaos within builds a stronghold that prevents hope and belief from entering in. Anytime those twins come within the surface of the storm, they’re rocked back with enough force to split atoms apart. It’s dangerous there-rather it’s dangerous here.
By Chariss Rausaw5 years ago in Psyche
What is Reality
What is Reality? For anyone reading this I challenge you to share your own thoughts of what is reality. For me, the meaning has changed over time. Years ago, my reality was dull and sad. I did not see a future. All I knew then was that my life was what it was, whether I was happy or not nothing i could do would change it.
By Pearl James5 years ago in Psyche
Dyslexia
According to the Mayo Clinic, "Dyslexia is a learning disorder that involves difficulty reading due to problems identifying speech sounds and learning how they relate to letters and words (decoding). Also called reading disability, dyslexia affects areas of the brain that process language."
By The Green Shoes5 years ago in Psyche
Alone Time
Keeping to the topic of things I’m not very good at: alone time. Being alone is my biggest fear. Yes, spiders still creep me out and small dark spaces usually trigger a panic attack, but nothing hits quite like being alone. I never know what to do with myself, and I always do the wrong things. I can be half a pack deep in cigarettes and not realize I’ve been sitting in the garage for hours doing nothing. Mindlessly scrolling social media or binge watching a show or movie series. I can get lost in something don’t get me wrong, but I’m not being productive or using my creative juices. I used to be so crafty. Even if I wasn’t good at something, I still had fun creating.
By Tabitha White5 years ago in Psyche
our ego is a weird storyteller
The ego is a concept of who we are based on our past lived experience. Our ego is who we believe ourselves to be. Who we believe ourselves to begin at birth. We unconsciously absorb who we are based on those closest to us' opinions and core beliefs.
By Fahim Chughtai5 years ago in Psyche
The Making of a Young Chef
My life has never been my life. Ever since I was young, I had been used, used to the point where I thought that's all I was suitable for. Some people might look at me and see a perfect person with a perfect life, and the reality is if I didn't have to go through the things I went through at such a young age, I might have had that perfect life. I've experienced things and seen things that I wouldn't wish upon my worst enemies, things I have shared with no one in my life. And here I am, sharing them with the world.
By John Jones5 years ago in Psyche
Suicide, Re-Traumatization, and Finding a Purpose in the Aftermath
Like many in my generation, I grew up watching all of the cop/investigation shows such as Forensic Files, NCIS, Bones, X-Files (hooray for the Scully Effect!), etc. I knew from a very young age that I wanted to be just like Agent Dana Scully from the X-Files. I knew it was a long road, but usually when I set my mind to something, I work hard to achieve it.
By Lexi Renee5 years ago in Psyche
I woke up
I woke up this morning and the tears just rolled down my face. I thought as you get older, life would get better and I would feel stronger. Instead I woke up in so much pain. I could barely move and my body felt like a ton of bricks. I looked around and there was nobody there. I woke up and was sad, but I knew I had to push through.
By Gina R (Gibana)5 years ago in Psyche
