It’s going to be hard.
It’s going to be terrible.
It’s going to be woefully unpleasant.
And then it’s going to be over.
Then you’ll smile. Then you’ll feel better. Then you’ll be grateful to be alive, and everything will be bigger, shinier, better. You’ll glow and the world will seem to glow in response.
That’s the workout. That’s childbirth. That’s your job (maybe). That’s everything.
You’ll be drowning in the Ocean of Suck. You’ll be spitting and gurgling and making last wishes. You will imagine that Death is tapping your shoulder with his faint and creepy softness.
But it will end. And you will sleep in your bed again tonight. Focus on that. Good luck and Godspeed.