After my son died by suicide, I kept telling myself I would survive.
I took deep breaths and repeated it to myself several times a day at first. I had no idea how, or when, or what that journey looked like. I honestly didn’t even know if it was true but invested in blind faith that I would. Others had. Why couldn’t I?
That simple phrase was the single most important thing I told myself.
It was a way to offer myself hope at a time when my future looked like it was paved with broken glass and razor wire.
It worked. I did survive. And whatever you are facing, you can, too.