A shitty situation can ultimately teach you a lot.

In the last few days, I’ve been fortunate to learn that I have more friends than I’d realized. I’ve learned that there are lots of people out there who care about me, who know me for the truly wonderful human being that I am — even if I, myself, sometimes forget. I have real friends — people who have given me great advice, people who have listened to my story, and have understood; people who have confirmed that it’s OK for me to feel what I feel, that my feelings are completely justified, that I’m not wrong. There are even some great people who were there for me all along, but whom I didn’t fully notice until recently.

Some things in this world don’t make sense. Some people in this world don’t make sense. Some people’s actions don’t make sense. But I’m learning that it’s not my job to think about those people; they will do what they will do; their chips will fall where they may, and it’s no reflection on me what happens. All I can do is focus on my life, and on all the good things that are in it — first to recognize those things, and then to remember them, and then to build on them.

The only life I have is my own.

And it’s a darn good one.