When my 3 year old was diagnosed with cancer. She had three years of chemo, radiotherapy, immunotherapy, surgeries, etc etc etc. And a few weeks after she finished treatment, she caught meningitis.
I coped and got through it because I had to cope and get through it. She needed me to, her baby sister needed me to, DH and my parents needed me. I survived on denial, adrenaline, about 4 hours sleep a night, and far too many meals of beans on toast microwaved in the ward kitchen. Not a healthy way to deal with things, but I didn’t know any other way. The hardest time was the weeks, months, and years after, when everything should be “back to normal”, but normal didn’t exist anymore. It took us all a very long time to work out what our new normal was, and I spent most of it feeling like an utter failure.
DD1 is now in her 3rd year at uni, DD2 just started her 1st year, and I’m ridiculously proud of them both.
Go easy on yourself, op. Let other people support you, Take your time to adjust and don’t force yourself to be happy, fine, whatever, just to please other people. But also, find things that will distract you and stop your mind from going round in circles. I hope things improve for you soon.