Run it out.

Of all the many ways to escapes life’s difficulties, there are few that have positive repercussions outside of the initial forgetting of the self. It seems that all other methods of coping (drinking, binging, drugging) involve a generally negative result, that is, people remember drunken escapades, binges lead to weight gain if you’re lucky coronaries if you’re not, and accidentally hooking your brain on a character-altering concoction. Despite the unfortunate fact that a majority of people turn to these ways of losing life’s problems for the moment, and eventually themselves, some others choose a strange form of self-mutilation: exercise. The ceaseless sweat beads on the brow, the burning pain in the limbs, the gasping for breath and the aches that make you feel a million years old not only make your brain scream “Stop! For Christ's sake, stop!” but also cause others to wonder why you do it. You do it because in those moments when your brain is consumed with messages from your body, it’s no longer preoccupied from messages from itself. In a way it’s a trade-off, physical pain for the absence of mental or emotional, that only you can decide for yourself. Is it worth it? Even if you decide it isn’t, the least you end up getting out of all the hassle is a good night’s sleep, and there’s always something to be said for a bit of time in an alternate reality of dreams, right?