I have to confess, I am a drama queen safely tucked away under layers of sophistication. I don't let her out too often and the dog and cat are tired of hearing about it, so whenever my sister visits sometimes we just let it rip.
It just seems that difficult things for me to process I have to use my mouth. Talk it out, hash it out, go over and over until I come to terms with the problem in my mind.
Most of the time there is no solution but a sense of peace can be reached and I can continue to go on.
For example, a few days ago I used my last bit of energy to bike ride with my dog attached to the back axle. She does 75% of the work but I steer and balance. We have a blast and I get out in a quiet development in a beautiful setting and feel alive again.
Well this guy was turning into his drive-way and turned toward me at the other end of the curb but instead of making a hard turn he kept coming at me. I stopped (dumb) and yelled "what the hell are you doing?" It was as if I snapped my fingers, he came to earth, apologized and said "I saw you".
He seemed dumbfounded that he came close to hitting me and my dog just pulling up in his driveway. He zoned out maybe a seizure etc. I had a lot to process at home, I called two people and went over it like a detective.
The point is I had to work it out verbally until I found a level of acceptance and moved on. I am a drama queen and proud of it, it's the way I process life.