It’s funny how, in the midst of crisis – the gripping kind that jolts you awake in the middle of the night to heart palpitations and sucks the air out of your windpipe – you think about getting over to “the other side.”
Even with stress-triggered acid and bacteria gnawing through your intestines, you repeat these mantras:
This too shall pass.
If He brought me to it, He will bring me through it.
The sun will come out tomorrow.
God don’t give us nothing we can’t handle.
I can’t worry about things that I can’t control.
(Insert Serenity Prayer here.)
If you’re going through hell, keep going.
Things always work out.