Trekker Paint. Draw. Use Crayons. Being creative(Art, Music, Literature) even if you suck helps. 

Trekker Paint. Draw. Use Crayons. Being creative(Art, Music, Literature) even if you suck helps.![]()
How do I cope?
Not well.
Especially as of late where I can feel my SAD starting to creep in and various life things going on are beginning to stress me out not to mention the usual things I stress out about and get anxiety over.
There's only so much (prescription) drugs I'm willing to take in order to avoid abusing them.
I'm very affectionate ... but only when I know someone ... well, intimately. But when I do, that feeling of closeness and affection is a great way to de-stress and recharge.I'm the opposite, very distant and unaffectionate.....until I get to know someone better. An affectionate close person would be the Yang to my Yin.
Yeah, thanks. ... I guess?
I'm very affectionate ... but only when I know someone ... well, intimately. But when I do, that feeling of closeness and affection is a great way to de-stress and recharge.I'm the opposite, very distant and unaffectionate.....until I get to know someone better. An affectionate close person would be the Yang to my Yin.
Otherwise, a glass or two of wine (or brandy) helps me unwind.
Yeah, it's a cuddle hug.![]()
Trekker Paint. Draw. Use Crayons. Being creative(Art, Music, Literature) even if you suck helps.![]()
Problem is, when my stress/anxiety/depression "flares up" it's very hard for me to take on any of my creative endeavors.
I have a couple half-written stories I've been working on for ages I've not be able to work-up the courage to finish.
I could never do that.I've been known to let strangers sit on my shoulders.
Whatever makes you happiest.Yeah, it's a cuddle hug.![]()
From you, a cartoon pony or Scarlett Johansson?
I get what you're saying. I'm the same way, it's just that I make connections very rapidly. I can see someone, and they not say a word, and I'll draw an instant connection, just based on a split second observation.I could never do that.I've been known to let strangers sit on my shoulders.
Well ... that's not precisely true ... it could happen, but not without some kind of connection beforehand. I say I need to get to know someone ... and that means a kind of intimacy (and I'm talking emotional/intellectual/philosophical/spiritual intimacy) before physical contact ... but there have been rare instances where that intimacy has been forged very quickly - to the point where a person might have started the evening as a stranger, but did not end up as one.
I could never do that.I've been known to let strangers sit on my shoulders.
Well ... that's not precisely true ... it could happen, but not without some kind of connection beforehand. I say I need to get to know someone ... and that means a kind of intimacy (and I'm talking emotional/intellectual/philosophical/spiritual intimacy) before physical contact ... but there have been rare instances where that intimacy has been forged very quickly - to the point where a person might have started the evening as a stranger, but did not end up as one.
I know, right? I hate crowds. But there I was, a few weeks ago just as summer was ending, right in the heart of Times Square to take photos. It was soooo much more stressful than walking through TriBeCa, or the Lower East Side. And yet ... well, there was something exhilarating about it, too. Why is that? Why is it that there can be something that, generally, stresses us out ... and yet we can find joy in, too?I don't care for crowds but I'm in love with one of the most crowded cities in the world. I'm a bundle of contradictions.![]()
There was not a lot of physical contact within the family when I was growing up, so it sometimes puts me ill at ease. However, until a few weeks ago, there was a young woman who was coming by almost every day for six months trying to bum money or cigarettes from me. Often, she would give me a hug. It was the first time I'd been embraced by anyone in more than 15 years. She moved out of the complex about 3 weeks ago, so now I'm sort of missing the hugs.
I don't expect it to ever happen again.I have never been hugged.![]()
I know, son. *hugs*You guys have no idea how much I would love to remedy that.
I'm in!Hug circle!
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