As a two-time grieving dad, know what a bad looks like all to well. However, I still have to stop myself once in a while when I get frustrated at work or something else gets to me and reflect on those dark dark days I didn’t think I would survive. I stop myself and say “is this really a big deal in the grand scheme of life?” The answer is usually “absolutely not” so I take deep breath/take a break and return with a new attitude. Must stuff really just doesn’t matter. I find it freeing most days because I know there isn’t much anyone can do or say to me that will ruin my day. It might piss me off for a few minutes, but I will generally put it in its proper place. That proper place for me is the “I don’t give a fuck” column.
Any thought out there on “bad days”