When something “bad” happens to us, our friends, family and colleagues—even mental health experts—are often inclined to alleviate our suffering by reminding us of the all-too-familiar idiom: “it could be worse.” But what happens when it literally cannot get any worse? What happens when the “bad” thing that transpires is so horrific, so insurmountable, that moving on seems utterly impossible? What do you do when “worse” is exactly where you are?
