Yesterday I wrote two articles that probably came across as a bit strange or unusual. I was venting a bit.

Something happened yesterday that shook me, and I've been using writing as an outlet, as an emotional support tool, since, well, since ever, so I did that again yesterday.

When something bad happens, and you feel like the world is going to end, how do you cope?

I'm still not sure, but I guess I've developed a pattern, a routine, a technique.

The first and most important thing I do is I acceptance. Accelerate the path too acceptance.

Yes, it's me. Yes, this is real. Yes, this is happening to me and it's real.

The second I do is try and keep thoughts about how we got here at bay. There's no point. I'm here, it happened. I can't undo it. Sure, I can learn how to do better next time, but that comes later. First, you have to fix that problem, if it's fixable.

The third thing I do is look at what I have.

Ironically, my ability to write here is one of the things I included on the list.

Fourth, and this is the hardest, carry on with your life. You can't stop eating. You can start drinking. You have to get some sleep. You have to see your friends and have conversations with them. Sulking won't help anything.

So that's what I'm doing. Day one since what happened. A few more days to go before another event that will 'seal my fate', one way or another.