This article is intended to encourage, inspire, and encourage anyone currently struggling with extreme difficulties in their business, professional, or personal life.
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- It’s not really a question of “survival,” as an act of heroism or courage. It’s something different: just putting one foot in front of the other, slowly, sometimes painfully, going through this moment and hoping that things will get better in the future. And often it is.
For years people have congratulated me on being “so strong” and “surviving” the death of my two sons in a terrible car accident in 1991. My son was four years old, my daughter only a year and a half. Yes, it was by far the worst that has ever happened to me. Yeah i miss her every day. My little one would have turned 34 this week, so their deaths are particularly important.
At first I didn’t understand what people meant when they said they would “survive” their death. It was really just the fact that the paramedics arrived quickly and the skills of all surgeons, doctors, physical therapists, nurses, and many others that rebuilt my body over the next several years. That’s how I literally survived.
However, I was watching people during the COVID-19 pandemic. Not from a place of judgment, but from empathy. I see that there are those who are immersed in extreme pessimism and many whose circumstances seem to justify it … and who deserve the sun wherever they find it.
This is how I managed to overcome the deaths of Jeremy and Amelia: In the end, I developed the ability to get through the next 10 minutes without crying or wishing I were dead too. After a lot of time and practice, she was able to do an or walk for two hours without crying. After years, I worked for up to a month or so. And now, almost 30 years later, I can go several months without the painful sadness and pit of the stomach that comes with the most unexpected moments.
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It’s not really a question of “survival,” as an act of heroism or courage. It’s something different: just putting one foot in front of the other, slowly, sometimes painfully, going through this moment and hoping that things will get better in the future. And often it is.
Today, right now as you read this, when you run away, hide yourself, get eaten by something terrible … when it catches up with you, sucks you in, makes your heart or mind feel like you’re trapped in a garbage disposal, the going for a walk Disgusting, I invite you to do just that: breathe. Take a few deep breaths and know that nothing will stay the same. Not the bad things, not even the good ones. Life sums it all up into one big pill and expects you to swallow it.
People got over bad things before anyone took notes. All of these cave paintings? Many hunters died in these encounters with buffalo. Other people have grown up in horrific families, horrific things have happened to them, their businesses have failed, or their jobs have disappeared, maybe forever. Other people couldn’t pay their rent or mortgage. they took care of their children; You were plagued by intense worries or cried from complete fatigue in the first few hours.
And they did it. It has no magic. If you can, so can you. It’s all about pushing / cajoling / crawling for the next moment as you commit in the hope that if things change, and this time, surely, in your favor.
The new year is coming. The virus is still raging and many of us are feeling its harmful effects personally or professionally. However, this isn’t even the first global pandemic. We’ll go through that and come out on the other side. In the future, good things will happen again for you, for all of us. There is no way to predict when or what. The only thing each of us must do to survive the wave that is currently crashing over our heads is this: keep swimming. Just that. Focus on that. Because it will improve. He always does.