I don’t really “cope” with feelings. I let them do whatever they do. If I’m feeling something, I try my best to not suppress them because there’s obviously a reason I’m feeling a certain way.
I think maybe I don’t control them better, too, because I have no self control. Every time something touches me, like my soul, and I’m like, “that is so beautiful!!” Or if I’m feeling a little extra depressed or thankful, my feelings always come out in tears.
So I cry a lot. Like A LOT. I always tell people not to worry about it, that I’m just an emotional crybaby with no control of her emotions. Which is pretty much true, but everytime I try to suppress my feelings, I kinda feel like I’m choking, so I can’t even do it for long.
Even though I look like I’m not really, completely together cause I’m crying and people often associate that with not quite being together, I can do everything I’d do normally while crying. I write and draw and start crying for like, no particular reason except that I started thinking about something. Usually something like, “Wow, I suck at this. I’m a friggin’ worthless human being.” OR it could be the total opposite where I’m like, “Yes! Look at my God-given gift of creation! Praise Him!!!” Lol…
So yeah, I feel stuff, I don’t do anything about it. I kinda just go with the flow and continue doing whatever thing I’m doing until it passes. Shrug.
I used to get panic attacks when I was way overwhelmed, which I’ve gotten better with now because I just don’t get overwhelmed as easily as before. A lot of nonsense has happened to me over the years, and I started doing this thing when stupid stuff happens, I think, “Well…this was bound to happen eventually. Nothing I can do about it now. LOL, whatever.”
If I happen to be very worried or stressed, my dad is the person I often go to and he’ll lay down some old man wisdom and I feel better after that.