THE UNSALTED

Sometimes life decides to smack you in the face with an electric chair, leaving you sad, gloomy and devastated. The reason can be anything: The Belgian government hitting your independent ass with insanely high taxes you’ll barely manage to pay, the passing of a pet, friend or relative, the knowledge that you have no fucking clue who you are or what you want in life (It must be extremely relaxing to know your purpose).. or maybe you just casually got your heart ripped out and trampled down by the one person you truly and unconditionally love. Whatever the cause may be: you’re a mess, and you have no idea how to pick yourself up.

My advice? Allow yourself some time to cry, shout or mourn. I’m a crybaby myself (resulting in swollen eyes that make me look like a deranged guinea pig or you know, a mashed potato), but if you’re the type that needs to get angry in order to let your negative energy out: go ahead, sugar. Just make sure you don’t cause extra harm by doing so. Go smash some plates. Take a boxing class. Rip your Pokémon-pillow apart. Do whatever you need to let it out, because keeping it in will only make it a bazillion times worse. And take your time. It wouldn’t be a depression if it only lasts about an hour. Being a miserable twat is a surprisingly time-consuming occupation.

If you want to be left alone for a while, that’s okay. But keep your friends in the loop. Don’t isolate yourself, you’re gonna need people later on, even if you’re the type that works through issues on your own. It’s always helpful to have the possibility to vent your story, even if you have no desire to. It’s the option that counts.

When your initial temper or sadness is over (there’s only so many tears you can cry before you dry out like a dying cactus plant), try to give/find yourself a distraction that’s positive for you individually. I personally like to get creative: drawing, writing.. Trying to make badass photo’s I’ll never actually publish. The regular. Doing so makes me forget (even if it’s just for a split second) what’s happening, while actually creating something good. On top of that it offers me the comfort of being left the fuck alone without completely wasting my time. But it doesn’t necessarily has to be something artyfarty. You could do something active: go to the gym. Sweat it out. Exercising’s probably the best option to boost both your inside and exterior. Think about what makes you happy and find an activity that suits it. You freakin’ love animals? Great: go take a walk with a shelter dog, or buy yourself a goddamn bunny if that’s an option. You’re an enthusiastic horrorfan who loves the Walking Dead? Lock yourself in the house and marathon that shit. Dress up like Daryl. Learn how to apply zombie make-up. Treat yourself. Eat that gigantic piece of cake. Buy that pair of shoes you’ve been eyeballing for months. Go on a completely impulsive citytrip. Just do it. Despite what my title might suggest (a small dose of deception seemed like a fitting thing to do regarding this post, get it? Get it? Because life’s a whole series of LIES AND DECEIT AND BETRAYAL AND DISAPPOINTMENT AND YOU CAN’T TRUST ANYONE AND YOU SHOULD NEVER FOLLOW YOUR HEART AND WE ALL SHOULD’VE LEARNED THAT LESSON ALREADY BY WATCHING GAME OF THRONES*), I‘m not gonna give you an entire list of things to do while you’re a sad piñata. That’s something you have to figure out for yourself. But I did give you a head start, so quit whining and get moving.

*I’m cool. Chill. What? Totally cool.

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