Fuzzy, when I am really in serious distress I seek comfort. Sometimes I climb into bed and pull the covers over me and just lie there. But I want things around me that comfort me, like pillows. Or stuffed bears. (I have a stuffed opossum). Though I can't really read at those times I like to try to find books with beautiful pictures. Gardens, or fashion magazines. Art books. Something creative that will calm and inspire me without too much effort from me.