This is one of my favorite and most comforting sayings.

No matter how shitty things are, it won’t last. 

Time keeps marching on. 

Someday, you’ll look in your rearview mirror and see this receding in the distance (and for me, at least, receding from my memory – because, well, we all know about my fat OLD lady brains).

I mean, it goes for the good times too.  But at least those leave happy memories.

We can choose to let go of the shitty memories; and if nothing else, these memories (and the sadness or pain they bring) will fade and, for good or bad, they’ll just be another story to tell.