Here is one word that will save you: maybe.
Maybe there are things I do not know. Maybe what I’ve come to believe-- about the world, about myself, about life, about God, even-- maybe these things are not true. Or maybe they are no longer true for me. Maybe there is something bigger out there to believe in, something more than myself.
Can you say, even silently to yourself, Maybe I have this wrong? Can you mutter, Maybe there is another way? Can you admit, even just in your head, Maybe what needs to change is me?
And then, can you whisper to yourself in the endless moments that you think might be crushing you, Maybe this, actually, is the bottom, and maybe now I have something solid underneath my feet that I can push off from?
Maybe?