I remember that feelings come and go. I remind myself that the worst of times only come so that I can appreciate the best ones. I usually find a way to distract myself. I create. I write, my feelings, my fears or my sadness. I call my friends and I weep into the phone until the tears turn into laughter.
I get in my car and I turn up the music, put down the windows and I drive. I do something that allows me control.
I remind myself that things could be worst, but they aren’t, time passes and so do bad times.