A coping manual written by the Hopelessly confused

Alright. 

So I more than take a pass on healthy ways of coping,

with anything really.

I'm more than worse at knowing what to do when I get confused.

I'm confused a lot. 

But if I were to create a list of ways that I would sort of imagine being healthy,

I could only imagine how awkward it'd be.

Well, to start, one could simply avoid the problem altogether. 

This takes the image of conflict out of sight, and by osmosis, 

out of mind.

This usually only works when you are out of the mind of the problem.

Otherwise, you will be left in the dust as they will find ways to be happier without you.

Eventually, you recover,

but the recovery time is never worth it.

The best solution is to talk.

Simply talk about whatever it is you're feeling. 

It's such a shame that it's never as simple as "simply".

Because you cannot even understand the tornado flouncing about your cranium,

you don't say anything at all.

This seems better,

but for some reason or another I'm starting to think that

no matter what words might come from your mouth,

they'd be so much better than the silence. 

The silence might serve as a bubble to keep you from

getting soap from the solution in your eyes, 

but crying it out would allow you freedom from it altogether. 

And while that soap might keep you so clean,

I've never felt anything dirtier than the dishonesty of omitting those that matter most. 

One could also find themselves alright with watching time pass,

with such apathy that I will never know. 

I think I might have just been born with that part of my mind broken.

I'm not so sure if I mind that so much yet. 

One can walk about this hope forsaken world,

forgetting all that should matter.

I think they make other things matter to them more,

because they can't take the ferocity of love or compassion.

No one said that love was pretty,

in fact I could argue it being one of the most hideous things in the world to be felt.

It's worse to experience it alone,

and I'm not sure if I'd rather to have never felt it at all.

Sometimes I kind of wish it came with a receipt. 

But I can't imagine what the sales clerk would think of me

at the service counter with that big cardboard box labeled "1/16 of purchase".

I also can't imagine how big that store must be for such incontainable,

intangible products. 

I haven't come to another point in my life where 

I've needed to choose one of these mechanisms yet. 

I chose quite the beaten option before,

and knowing me I will so many more times until 

one of the right ones seems better. 

Human Dignity + Compassion = Peace.