If you walk into my room
and you are overwhelmed by the sauna-like heat,
I am probably in a bad mood.
My heater calms me.
If you walk in my room and you hear Glen Hansard’s voice on the Once soundtrack (most likely on repeat),
I am probably in a bad mood.
Music calms me.  
If you walk in and see me cuddled under covers in sweats and a sweatshirt in the corner of my bed with my stuffed monkey I got three summers ago,
I am probably in a bad mood.  
Comfort calms me.
I will try to help myself.
I will try to distract myself from what is bothering me.
I will not let this beat me.