The following is an excerpt from the book Robinson Crusoe by Daniel Defoe. I believe you may find it meaningful.
I now began to consider seriously my condition, and the circumstances I was reduced to; and I drew up the state of my affairs in writing, not so much to leave them to any that were to come after me – for I was likely to have but few heirs – as to deliver my thoughts from daily poring over them, and afflicting my mind; and as my reason began now to master my despondency, I began to comfort myself as well as I could, and to set the good against the evil, that I might have something to distinguish my case from worse; and I stated very impartially, like debtor and creditor, the comforts I enjoyed against the miseries I suffered. Thus:
Evil: I am cast upon a horrible, desolate island, void of all hope of recovery.
Good: But I am alive, and not drowned, as all my ship’s company were.
Evil: I am singled out and separated, as it were, from all the world, to be miserable.
Good: But I am singled out, too, from all the ship’s crew, to be spared from death; and He that miraculously saved me from death can deliver me from this condition.
Evil: I am divided from mankind – a solitaire; one banished from human society.
Good: But I am not starved and perishing on a barren place affording no sustenance.
Evil: I have no clothes to cover me.
Good: But I am in a hot climate, where if I had clothes, I could hardly wear them.
Evil: I am without any defense, or means to resist any violence of man or beast.
Good: But I am cast on an island where I see no wild beasts to hurt me, as I saw on the coast of Africa; and what if I had been shipwrecked there?
Evil: I have no soul to speak to or relieve me.
Good: But God wonderfully sent the ship in near enough to the shore, that I have got out as many necessary things as will either supply my wants or enable me to supply myself, even as long as I live.
Upon the whole, here was an undoubted testimony that there was scarce any condition in the world so miserable but there was something negative or something positive to be thankful for in it; and let this stand as a direction from the experience of the most miserable of all conditions in this world: that we may always find in it something to comfort ourselves from, and to set, in the description of good and evil, on the credit side of the account.
Having now brought my mind a little to relish my condition, and giving over to looking out to sea to see if I could spy a ship – I say, giving over these things, I began to apply myself to arrange my way of living, and to make things as easy to me as I could.
Jahar, I know that you hurt, and the pain and anguish and hopelessness is unbearable. And yet you must bear it. I know your sense of bewilderment, of drowning, of being suffocated, though your body continues to live, is profound. I know death seems preferable to the existence that has become your daily lot.
My outrage and frustration continues over my inability to communicate directly with you. I long to see you comforted. I long to give you hope. If and when God shows me what to do next to help you, I will be faithful to carry it out. I would petition Congress if I knew how.
I am not done blogging. And I sense that I am also not done writing letters. I believe God is giving me names of persons to contact. My goal is to see the SAMs lifted. A fire of righteous anger burns in me, lit by God, and it will not be extinguished by man.
The Lord once told me there are good people in the FBI who support our fight for you. They know the truth concerning who planned and carried out the Boston Marathon bombing.
Some very courageous FBI agents have begun what is being called a mutiny by the alternative media. These rank-and-file agents are going up against their bosses and the Department of Justice in order to expose what they know about crimes committed by Hillary Clinton. Their actions, which I wholeheartedly support, will keep her from the presidency and put her in prison where she belongs, along with her husband and others.
These agents may provide the inspiration others need to rise up and help you. That is my prayer.
I will write again soon.