I think the moon was in cancer or some planet was in retrograde because it was a tough week, and not just for me, but most everyone I know. Fortunately I've got a favorite tree, a big old giant ash. It has a nice flare by the ground that makes a comfortable seat where I can lay back and look up through the branches to the sky.
I go there to self regulate.
I tell the tree my stories and listen to the wind in the branches and birds chattering and critters going about their business. The tree has been here long before me and puts all my bullshit stories into perspective. This too shall pass she kindly says as I lean back into her sturdy trunk and feel her bark on my skin.
I also self-regulate with ice cream!