I cry, I cry a lot. I just sit back and mourn till my eyes hurt and I can weep no longer. The pain I feel is physical and not emotional. I give myself time and space to grieve, be patient with my emotional strength. Surround myself with people, situations, things, literature, and emotions that are good for my growth. Get a haircut or do something to refresh my look and start something I've been wanting to do but haven't had time to do yet. Basically, anything that gives me purpose and makes me smile and want to get out of bed.