tell me how you cope.

Ben and Jerry's. Relative dies? Ben and Jerry's. Clinical Depression? Ben and Jerry's? Aliens invade and nuke everyone by Jerry Falwell? Ben and fucking Jerry's

sleep. not very exciting, but when depressed its better than being awake

my methods of coping have gotten better as i've gotten older.

although i still feel the driving urge to cut, burn, or otherwise mutilate myself, drink myself into a blacked-out stupor, and other blatantly self-destructive activities, i'm proud to say i no longer give in to those urges. and soon i hope to be able to say i am no longer a danger to myself or others.

either that, or i've just internalized it all, and shit's just been building up for so long that when i finally snap, you'll see it on the news.

Funny, I actually come to resent sleep when I'm feeling depressed. the thought of being jolted forward eight hours and having nothing to show for it just makes me feel worse

Lap dances.

this man is a very smart man.

I want sex.
Aside from that, a lot of undirected anger at everything. Lots of alcohol, pot, loritabs, and muscle relaxants. Did I mention crying? I bawl like a 6-year-old who just got his kneecaps broken. My self mutilation is inadvertant from me doing things like beating on the tree in my back yard of punching a stud in the wall, things like that. When I was about 8 I used to keep a kitchen knife in my room and try and cut up my face. Wow, I am probably the source material for half the cast right there...
Good luck with the book.

I start controlling my sleep schedule. I don't allow myself more than a few hours of sleep to prove to myself I can maximize efficiency and retarded shit like that. It's a coping mechanism that's more harmful in the long run.

I write... poetry, journaling, short stories that allow me to escape into a fantasy world... the first two help me to work through the things I need to, and the last gives me an escape from reality I listen to angry music... I watch movies that deal with life and death, good and evil... y'know those kind of movies that make you consider that compared to what is happening to the characters onscreen... your life really doesn't suck that bad.

well, when i had a house, i'd take my fists to a punching bag til my knuckles bled. a couple other times i've hit different things, i think i broke a knuckle once hitting cement sidewalk... now i just kinda let everything go... or cry. either way.

i get drunk...and buy tickets to london oor any other town...horrible i am

I keep myself awake...i know its wierd but i do it.