Your happiness has been ripped apart. The mind is in shock. There seems no hope, no joy, no purpose in living.
But you are of a species bred to endure. The sufferings of others do not make your own less real -- but remember how those others clung to life, and in the end, won through.
You can do it.
The old happiness is withered and dead. But, see, there is a greenness veiling the land ... the frail beginnings of a new and better life.
--Pam Brown