I don’t know if I’m the right person to ask about coping. I’m very much an avoider. I avoid by reading, by going outside into the sunlight, by soaking up conversations of passers-by. I watch movies I’ve been meaning to- old and new, I escape by writing, by talking to old friends or trying to make new ones. I delve into things I know I’m good at, mindless things that don’t require creativity. I go through my old Tumblr posts, relive past segments of my life. I went through a phase where I watched nothing but French New Wave cinema… But sleep helps heaps too.

These things usually work. But if things get desperate, I reach for a copy of my favorite book. Familiar words often soothe better than any other remedy.

I hope that helps x