Expressing myself through varied means has been a way of coping with the world ever since I was little. It began with writing, then I discovered film photography. About five years ago I also started drawing, just going with the flow, it's very relaxing, something magical happens when I just let my hand move for me and try not to think my next move.
I recently discovered clay, it's an amazing means of expression, it's something else entirely. The tactile aspect is so satisfying, all the little caresses and touches that transform a lump of clay into something physical, 3D, the ways pressure changes the material, it's a whole different world. I had no technique whatsoever, I just went with the flow and ended up with some really interesting organic sculptures and a few ashtrays
Nature is a lifesaver. It's the only place where I can consistently feel at peace and relaxed, where my mind finally slows down and tunes into the environment. Alone time in the forest, a few times a week, is my way of recharging, recalibrating, reseting. I take my camera and just wander along the paths I know well, letting small details catch my attention, talking to the plants/place/rocks, feeling like a little kid who is just discovering the beauty of natural life.
A proper diet is essential. Taking supplements (magnesium, the B's cause I'm a veggie). Getting enough sleep. The Special Interests. Reading. Bicycle rides.
And then there's the constant inner management systems that keep my mind from going under. They don't always work, but usually I manage to keep myself going and I try to give that positive voice as much power as possible, so when I see I'm slipping in a negative spiral, the voice will begin to reason with me and convince me to get outta there, with good reasons.
Another important thing: cutting myself some slack. I've always had the tendency to be extra hard on myself, to compare myself to others, I've had really low self-esteem and struggled with the impostor syndrome. As an adult, not knowing I'm an aspie, I would literally feel mentally handicapped in times of great pressure, when everyone around would seem to handle it well and I would feel like I will crumble under all the weight. Recently I've been trying to accept my limitations and leave some of the harsh criticism behind.
And, at the end of the day, friends help a lot. I don't have many close friends and we don't see each other that often, but the quality of the interaction is always high and recharging instead of consuming, they give me a lot of confidence and hope, being accepted and appreciated for all my weird quirks that for them aren't negative, but something to be cherished.
So last but not least, this forum! It's been tremendously helpful to read so many personal experiences and to be able to share in a safe space where everyone is so nice and willing to help. It has a big positive influence and it really helps to connect certain dots and figure out the how's and why's of my experience. Thank you!