Every time I felt a crisis of some sort coming on, I would take myself off to a quiet place and just spend some time in nature, breathing, meditating, letting things come and go. It took me a while to learn how not to panic, how not to react to my first instinct, which was to reach for some kind of tranquilizer... a drink, a cigarette. Over a period of time the desire to numb myself became weaker and weaker. But, I have to admit, that even these days, during a heavy crisis, I think about a glass of whiskey and a cigar to relax. But instead I reach for chamomile tea and chocolate cookies.