Love...! Isn't...!

AAAAAND here I must present my Sadness Survival Kit, for all your many different flavors and varieties of sorrow!

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For that jittery, unsettled feeling deep in your bones:
A couch, a book, and the sounds of a roommate messing around on the guitar.

For more specific kinds of desperation:
A walk--the longer and colder, the better--and a long talk about everything with the inside of my head.

For grief:
Billy Collins.


For escape, or to destroy (or at least set at bay) that somewhat unavoidable cynicism that whispers "humans just suck":
East of Eden.


For loneliness:
Norah Jones, The Beatles, or A Room With A View.

For that vague "why am I sad again?" feeling:
Rumi.


For when the world feels unbeautiful:
Joanna Newsom.

For when everything goes wrong:
Peppermint tea.


For the monsters under the bed:
Jane Austen.


For boredom:
Annie Dillard.


For nostalgia: 
A journal or an unsent letter.


For failure:
Success stories.


For some needed change:
A spontaneous road trip or reorganization.


For not being good enough:
A night with close friends.


For not feeling beautiful or skinny enough:
A run, an apple, and a long shower.


For the "too-much-ness of the world":
Write.

For all of the above and everything else:
Prayer, the scriptures, good music, and a bit of peace and quiet.

England -- The National