Nothing about it made sense to me, and it just became this overwhelming thing that I couldn't handle. And while many would welcome such news, it hit me especially hard mentally (ok I won't lie, it's a pain in the ass physically as well).
Until I created a story about it.
See, if there's one thing we're all good at, it's assigning a reason behind an event - we want to attribute a reason to why everything happens to feel some sort of peace of mind. Especially when unexpected things happen.
So after many meltdowns and days spent crying, I said this to myself:
The reason this happened RIGHT NOW, alongside all of the massive changes we've undergone, is because he/she did not want us to start a new life, a new adventure, without them.
Because I'm a person that believes things happen for a reason, I have to believe that this is why. It might sound silly, but it makes me feel better about the timing of it all.
So if you're going through a really hard time, and you're in a dark place, try to find a narrative that goes around it. It will change your perspective, and make it just a tiny bit more bearable if that's even possible.
I'm right here with you.