As my final act of grief i shall mourn for myself for letting it all happenββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββ.
You ever cried out to God at 3AM with nothing left.
And woke up the next morning with peace that made no sense? ππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππ
Pick a random Friday six months from now. Mark it on your calendar as 'Everything Worked Out Celebration Dinner'. Watch your mind start acting like it's already on the way.