They get angry. They lash out at everyone around them, even if they didn’t do anything wrong.
They reach out to their loved ones. They need hugs and cuddles and reassurance everything is going to be okay.
They withdraw. They pull away from the people who love them the most because they want to be completely isolated.
They find reasons to blame themselves for whatever went wrong. They feel immense guilt.
They give themselves permission to cry. They release all their emotions. They let everything out.
They try to rationalize what happened. They try to make sense of it, logically, because it makes no sense emotionally.
They try to prevent others from meeting the same fate. They try to fix whatever problem they see in the world.
They make jokes about their sadness. They try to laugh off the pain, shield themselves from it.
They ignore their pain. They have fun so they don’t have to think about it anymore.
They drown themselves with work. They keep themselves busy so they don’t have time to be sad.
They drink or smoke or indulge in another unhealthy habit. They distract themselves in the only way they know how.
They lose their energy. They stay at home, underneath the covers, and wait for the pain to go away.