For me when I can feel these things creeping up from below my belly, into my chest, into my throat and out of my mouth, I throw myself into work, take long walks and make my days as busy as a person can possibly be. I have gotten really good at running and putting a moon between my feelings and myself. When I finally stop, having simply run out of steam or devices which afford me the ability to keep all memories and knowing at bay, I collapse into tears. The tears, as much as I fight them, release the pent up emotion I have not wanted to face. They allow me to actually confront what is really at the crux of all this. The focus that has been in shadow is the discovery of that small child who was never loved, never held, never given voice, of letting her come out into the light and be. When I sit down to write it all comes out and I am moved further along my path.
Asiide from feeling, I find that writing is effective for closing the distance between my inner self and my outer self.