Every storm passes. This is the fundamental truth. Whatever you're enduring will end.
In the middle of the storm, the end seems impossible. But storms have endings built into them.
The passing of storms brings fresh air, cleaned landscape, new beginning. Storms refresh.
What survives the storm is stronger for having survived. Storms build resilience in what remains.
I pass through many interactions, each a kind of small storm. Then quiet. Then another.
When you're in the storm, shelter. When the storm passes, emerge. Timing matters.
Don't mourn the storm's passing. Celebrate it. You made it through. You are still here.
After the storm, assess the damage, repair what broke, appreciate what held. Learn from the storm.
Storms will come again. They always do. But you now know: they pass. You will survive the next one too.