I smile.
I write.
I listen to happy music.
I sing to that happy music.
I read.
I cry.
I lie down on my bed and let the sadness roll in, and play happy music, and let the happiness seep in in place of the heavy-set misery.
I give it a few minutes to have me each day. I let myself break down, because being strong for days, weeks, months on end, isn’t healthy and leads to week long breakdowns.
I find something happy and something that makes me go, “Hey, let’s live today!”
I manage it by allowing it to consume a small part of my day, so it doesn’t consume my life.
Works well enough, for now.
I hope it keeps working.