The way to “get over” a life is to die.

Short of that, you move with it,

Let the pain be pain,

not in the hope that it will vanish

but in the faith that it will fit in,

Find its place in the shape of things

and be then not any less pain but true to form.

Because anything natural has an inherent shape
and will flow towards it.

– Albert Huffstickler, from poem The Cure