Hi to you,
One of the best ways I have found, over the years of suffering, to relieve the pressures & strains of "life", is to write Poetry or Prose. I felt it a very good subject to “open up” within this Forum & hope this will aid others too.

Writing a few words (be it a long poem or a few short words) is a very good way to say “Sorry” to those who frequently get “Bitten” or sit in the direct “line of fire”, by your moods, (your good days & your bad days.) Maybe, just to relieve the pressures of an awful day or it is even a good way of saying “Thank You”.
Here is one of my favourites:-

The more you Give,
The more you Get -.
The More you Laugh,
The less you fret.
The more you do, unselfishly
The more you live, Abundantly.
The more of Everything you Share,
The more you’ll Always have to spare.
The more you love
The more you’ll find
That life IS Good & Friends are Kind!
ANZ

I always find this inspirational


If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on !";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son