That's life. Things get bad, but they will eventually improve as long as you are willing to make changes where they need to be made and keep a positive attitude.
I remember as a kid I had a pretty awful life, but I kept a positive attitude whenever I could, making the best of a bad situation. I loved motor racing and when I was 8 I got my big break and it took me to places I'd never dreamed of going. I met a beautiful girl and we fell in love and I eventually got her pregnant. Everything was perfect, my best friend and I had great times together. But then I started to suspect he was trying to steal my wife away from me and that's when things started to go downhill.
My boss, with whom I'd grown close to, started to suspect the same and led me away from my friend, convincing me that my fears were right and that I would indeed lose my wife. He showed me how to empower myself, how to protect her. I felt better than ever. But in my blind fear of her demise, I didn't stop to think that I may be the cause of it. I killed children at work and those who had nurtured me throughout my career in the reckless pursuit of a better life.
Eventually, my friend confronted me and we ended up having an epic fight. He left me for dead in the middle of nowhere. It was my boss who ended up saving my life, but led me to believe I had killed my wife in what I now realise to be just another trick he had been using to manipulate me. He paid for the reconstructive surgery I needed after the fight - hundreds of skin grafts, prosthetics, etc.
Around 20 years later, a period where everything was pain and I had to live with the consequences of my actions, I found out that my son and daughter had survived my wife's death and my son had even been befriended by my old friend. I hunted my son down and tried to convince him to hang out with me, I suppose it's true what they say - misery loves company. But he didn't want to hang out with his deadbeat dad and thought my old friend was more of a father to him. His life, like mine at his age, was going great. He was a rising star in the military, he had a great bunch of friends and had a promising acting career.
I didn't realise that it was my attitude that was driving him away from me, so I persisted trying harder and harder, becoming tyrannical in my attempts. I didn't even realise that a couple of years earlier I had destroyed my daughter's home. After trying to kill my son, we patched up our differences and I threw my boss into the server room at work - he was killed instantly by electrocution. In doing so, I sacrificed my own life to save those of my son and daughter. I had redeemed myself and in those last few moments of my life, it was like everything was right again and life wasn't so crappy. Then I turned blue and became a ghost to be reunited with my best friend and mentor in the forest.
So you see, even when things are at their darkest, there is light to be found. You must experience the lows to truly appreciate the highs.
This may or may not have actually happened to me and may actually just be the (very loosely told!) tale of Darth Vader. I didn't want to just write some generic 'it will get better' cliche. I need to order some more bath salts.
