I could sing the blues about not being able to sing the blues, because despite a deep appreciation for music, I inherited absolutely zero musical ability. So music is magic and listening usually lifts my spirits in a way that little else does.
My other coping tools exist within the flows of creativity, I cook, bake, draw, paint, make, craft, do, write and photograph. Anything to get out of my head and into a zone and I’m happy… I can make days evaporate.
Being grateful is a powerful exercise, but being thankful for the space in which to feel blue is also empowering, not everyone has the luxury of wallowing.