A bad week is a chapter, not a verdict.

Seven bad days feel like a conclusion while you are inside them, because a stretch of difficulty flattens your sense of time and you start reading it as how things are now. A week is a sample, not a sentence handed down. The difference matters mostly because a verdict stops you from trying and a chapter does not.

Think back to a week last year that felt final at the time, and see what actually came of it. Then take the smallest next step that belongs to tomorrow rather than to the whole mess. Eat something, sleep, and let the week end before you decide what it meant.