I'm very worried I'm not doing things the right way. So far, the best method for coping has been to not think about it and hope that when I wake up one day, it'll all be gone. Is that just a ticking bomb?
But I keep reminding myself that I've got to live the life I claim to believe. To live out that life means to believe that this is all part of a plan. That there's no room for sadness or melancholy, especially when deep down you know it's just familiarity and comfort drawing you back, nothing more.
Just believe and everything else falls away, like shedding your old skin.
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