This may or may not be helpful, but it's something that I always hold onto. I am the queen of terrible luck. One of my best friends had this theory that I was some slave driver princess in a former life and I am reaping that karma in this life! But somehow this bad luck always seems to come in threes. So when those first two things come- like the car blowing up and the RSD being out of control, I tell myself that that third thing has already happened. Not that its coming, but that its already happened. And I go back through everything and I find it. I burnt the toast. I stepped on the cat's tail. Got soap in my eyes in the shower. OK! Great! That third thing has already happened, so everything has got to start getting better. Bad luck comes in threes, well alright- I've had my threes and now it's time for things to start looking up.
I wouldn't say I'm the most optimistic person at all. I know that this sounds like fairies and glitter and nonsense quite frankly, but when I'm rejoicing over the burnt toast it's usually through tears and snot. And then I decide to pick myself up one more time and make a go of it. If you fake it enough times, if you go through the motions enough, sometimes it becomes real. Smile enough and after the hundredth time you might mean it.
I hope that this helps a bit and more than anything, I hope that this doesn't come off condescending. That's the last thing that I would want to do to you, because that's the last thing that you need right now. But I hope that this convinces you to hold on a little longer and try to "fake it to make it" a bit. Sometimes it works.
Lynn