I am tempted to write here that composing bad poetry is an unhealthy way to escape your troubles, but I have to respect the editor’s wishes and try to be sort of serious.
Not too long ago, I was feeling pretty depressed over something that happened recently. Instead of talking about it to my friends, I isolated myself. That for sure was an unhealthy way to escape my troubles. Isolating myself wasn’t going to make things better, in fact it probably just made things worse.
A healthier way to have approached the situation was to just let my feelings out somehow. For some reason, at the time, I felt like venting to my friends would be imposing upon them. But see, that’s what friends are for; they’re there to support you (the real friends at least) in times when things are going bad.
What are other ways, healthy and otherwise, to escape your troubles?
- Allyson