Emotions are my weak and strong side at the same time. I can feel too much, too quickly, too intensely. Sometimes it makes me alive, sometimes — tired to the bone.

My first method is physical. I go wash the floors. Sounds funny? But try it yourself: anger, resentment or anxiety — and a rag and a bucket work better than psychotherapy.

The second method is writing. When a thousand words are spinning inside, I just open my notes and start: “I’m angry because…” or “I’m afraid that…”. Sometimes a couple of paragraphs are enough for the thought to stop tormenting.

The third point is hugging. With a friend, sister, cat — whoever. Hugs ground you, bring you back to your body. Even your tears are different after them — not salty, but cleansing.

I also have a list of films “for crying”. When everything is bad, I turn on something deliberately sad and allow myself to cry not because of my troubles, but because of other people’s stories. And it becomes easier.

The strangest point is “talking to the mirror”. I can stand in front of the mirror for five minutes and tell myself everything that I am afraid to say out loud to someone else. Sometimes I scold myself, sometimes, on the contrary, I console myself.

These techniques do not cancel out my emotions. They teach me not to be afraid of them. And not to accumulate them inside, so as not to explode suddenly later. To manage means not to forbid, but to allow yourself to live.