”Everything happens for a reason,” I tell myself, trying to inject some hope into the echo of bad news.
”I'll be stronger because of this,” I continue, my voice growing firmer with conviction. The thought that this mishap is actually a blessing in disguise is strangely comforting.
The line between what really happened and the story I've spun blurs. “In a way, I’m grateful for this mistake,” I finally tell myself, fully immersed in my self-spun tale.