What do you do when you're sad?

Dance!

Cry. Sit on the couch and wallow. Watch TV to take my mind off it.

cry. sleep. eat. get a hug.

Cry

Cry

Cry boo hoo!!!

mope about

Cry alot.......i swear im going to kill myself eventually. dont be surprised if i do. :/

Usually, nothing in particular, it passes. But when my father died in 1987, I was sad for a very long time. My father and I did not have the best of relationships, perhaps, but we were getting closer after a long estrangement just before he died. We actually were planning a fishing trip to South Carolina for June, 1987,
to fish the Santee-Cooper impoundment for landlocked stripers. But he died in May of that year. I was deeply troubled for the rest of the year and well into the next. Finally, in April, 1988, I decided to get over it. I took a stack of CDs with my father's kind of music (1950s rock and roll hits), a stack of music I liked (1960s and 70s rock and folk songs) and five hits of acid and a model ship kit to a small upstairs room in the house I was living in one afternoon. I put an assortment of the CDs into the five-disk changer, dropped the first hit of acid and began assembling the model, thinking back to the time I was 10 and my father and I put together a model of the German warship Bismarck. As the time passed my stomach began to get that butterfly feeling, like just before the roller coaster plunges down the drop-off. I set the model aside and dropped the next hit as the reality of the room began to assert itself more aggressively as it does just before giving way to the psychedelic dreamworld. Thereafter, I listened to the music and the internal conversation inside my skull with my memories of my father, the pleasant and unpleasant all whirling madly together. I went downstairs a few times over the next many hours, for the usual reasons, swallowing another blotter about every hour or so until they were all gone. Perhaps I had a long talk with my father's spirit. Or maybe it was just a very long, LSD fueled fantasy. Either way, the experience was cathartic and healing and today I regard my father's memory with a great deal of love, admiration and respect.*


* The preceding statements are not intended to diagnose or treat any illness or condition and should not be construed as medical advice. Nor have any of these statements been evaluated by the FDA, DEA, CIA, FBI, NSA, HSD, KKK or any other group or agency.

Cry and seek subtle vengeance.

I overthink

i eat lots and lots of chocolate!!!

Eat, though I'm trying to change that. Now I try to get active, go pull weeds, mow the lawn, ect. Being outside almost always cheers me up. Mother nature is the great comforter.

Listen to music, go for a hike, play on the computer.

It depends how sad I am. If its just a 1 on the scale, I'll make myself a cup of tea and phone one of my friends for a chat. If it's a 10, I'll run a hot bath, slice open some veins, climb in and hope that I bleed to death.

Something random, because that's the way I roll. Last time I was sad, I managed to get a friend to agree to get us out of this area (which is like a prison for anyone who doesn't drive and is stuck inside this quarantine).

At least, I'll be going to AMA next month (third weekend) and I'll be cosplaying Princess Peach (aka Princess Toadstool, Mario Bros. series).

If I'm just generally sad, I smoke a little pot... watch a little TV to take my mind off things.

If I'm more than sad, I just do nothing but weep and sit and stare. Times like that suck... and luckily, wear off.

Sit Zazen.

depends on why but usually i will cry and sleep and just hang around and not do too much!

sleep

eat...and drugs...lots of drugs...

Chill out man. Things can't be that bad.

Continue about my day. It's just another day. I've been sad most of my life.

Your ouod and obnoxious cries for help landed you right in the filter.

i chop off a limb.

i chop off a limb.

Get over it.

Sleep usually.

Funny, I don't analyze why I feel happy. What is wrong with feeling any particular emotion that comes along and know that you will live through it and it IS OKAY TO BE sad, depressed, happy, grateful, joyous, miserable, content, ecstatic, melancholy, w-h-a-t-e-v-e-r. Yes, I look out the window to see if it is cloudy again in Oregon and has it been like that for a couple of days? and is that how long I have been feeling down? Is there something changed recently in my life that I have not taken notice of that would trigger a less than desirable reaction in my moods. I also pray even when I don't know what to say. I got this from somebody else because I am not that original, "God, you can, I can't, please help".

I think the emotion that people get stuck on denying the most is anger. It is okay to be angry.

Abstain.

i go to a private spot

Sometimes I wallow in it. Sometimes I try to cheer myself up.

drink....cry