You're probably thinking that sounds really pessimistic, but actually, I am an incorrigible optimist. I think embracing the fact that most of life might not go the way you want it to allows you to be really happy and appreciative when sunshine pokes through. Those who figure life better be a herd of happy unicorns dancing on sparkly rainbows are going to get their feelings squashed daily - when someone takes "their" parking spot at Trader Joe's (or at the gym, WHAT THE HECK), when the neighbor's dog takes a dump on their lawn, or when their favorite tea cup breaks (#firstworldproblems).

Strong people have gone through some stuff. They've wrestled this beast before. You won't be strong if you let it win, though.
You get to have that time. You get to eat cake for dinner or skip eating entirely. You get to lay sideways and wish that you could dissolve into the carpet. When you have gone through a jarring experience, a wild perspective and life change, I suggest that you take that horrible ride. But that ride has an end. You can't spend the rest of your life on that ride. Yeah, it seems like it won't ever end, and you'll never get off. That comes with the territory. It's inherent to swan diving out of your expected reality. And for a long time out (maybe even ~58.5 years, +/- 10-40), you'll have times when you get hit in the head and the heart and you'll feel yourself falling down again. It's not weak. It's a fight. The weak give up when they're pushed over. Stand up again and fight.
But how? What does that look like?
I can't answer that for everyone. I can only tell you what is helpful to me. If it helps you, I am glad for it.
If you've made it off of the floor, get yourself up. Go exhaust yourself. Demand extreme physical fatigue of yourself until you have no strength left. Push your body as hard and as far as it will go until it silences your insides. Sobbing is optional. Praying is recommended.
When your body is debilitated, burn through your brain. Challenge yourself so hard that you can't think straight. Read crazy stuff, take a class (in a secondary language on a subject you're weak in), write, study, paint, create, bake, work.

It sounds disgustingly cliche, but things happen for a reason. This life is orchestrated. There is hope. It's not how you wanted it, but that's not to say life will always be a crapper. Let it mold you into a person who can be more compassionate because you have walked through the fire. Let it fuel you to show more love to everyone around you. Don't waste your pain.
The LORD is near to the brokenhearted, and saves the crushed in spirit. (Psalm 34:18)
Peace, love, and a crazy gigantic super long squitchy hug,
Ms. Daisy
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