banter yourself. a la ” oh you, pi* * ostradalets! I found something to worry about, too..” it certainly doesn't help. but it gives me hope that this quiet, bantering voice will replace the melancholy sooner or later, that I will remember and laugh again. sometimes I even “remember” – I imagine it all as if it is not the current state, but the long-ago past. laughing generally helps. but there is a sadness that you want to make fun of, and there is a sadness that you savor and enjoy. and when I want to enjoy it, I listen to sad music and come up with all sorts of tragic plots for it.
For such moments, I have a strategic supply of ice cream, a balcony, a rocking chair, a blanket, and my favorite music. Also a notepad for writing down thoughts (in general, in this state, it is very good to think). The very process of thinking itself brings you out of this state quite quickly. I also write poetry when I'm sad.
banter yourself. a la ” oh you, pi* * ostradalets! I found something to worry about, too..”
it certainly doesn't help. but it gives me hope that this quiet, bantering voice will replace the melancholy sooner or later, that I will remember and laugh again.
sometimes I even “remember” – I imagine it all as if it is not the current state, but the long-ago past.
laughing generally helps.
but there is a sadness that you want to make fun of, and there is a sadness that you savor and enjoy.
and when I want to enjoy it, I listen to sad music and come up with all sorts of tragic plots for it.
For such moments, I have a strategic supply of ice cream, a balcony, a rocking chair, a blanket, and my favorite music. Also a notepad for writing down thoughts (in general, in this state, it is very good to think). The very process of thinking itself brings you out of this state quite quickly. I also write poetry when I'm sad.