I also have lost a lot this year, good job, money, my car (cannot afford a new one), opportunities for starting my practice (it's almost a running gag now), etc. Still I feel somehow so accustomed to it now that I wonder about myself that I am still going on calmly. And I keep going. Inexorably.Opportunities lost, or disappearing from the map, seemingly forever. Even volunteer opportunities evaporating before my eyes.
I have been watching things get stripped away from me since 2011. I know I have made this bed, so this is not a whinge. However, there is a feeling that everything that is winding down, dissolving, is right.
As Churchill said: "If you find yourself walking through hell ... keep walking.".
It's also what I tell my self a lot of times, sometimes it works, sometimes not. But it is good to remember and be aware of the fact how well off we in "the West" still are compared to others.after the pain, I would assess my situation and try to be grateful for what I had. At least I wasn't living in Syria, Yemen or Nigeria.