It’s pretty rare for a day to be bad. A bad thing can happen, or even several, and those are bad things, all right, but even then it doesn’t mean everything that happens is bad.
At different times under different conditions I have held onto different ways of coping. Sometimes I’ve had a kind of mantra to remind me that it’s my expectations that keep leading to disappointments and that I can’t control the outcomes but I can control the expectations. Sometimes I have been able to find some good things in a bad day and focus on those. Sometimes I have made myself just concentrate on breathing and let everything else fall away.
I don’t have to live like that any more, in a daily war with bad things that threatened to swamp me, but there was a time.
You are strong and smart. You’ll come through.
The issue is overprotection? How does that look next to don’t-give-a-damn?