As someone who historically carries the weight of the problems of the universe on his shoulders (not that I’ve ever felt very effective in my actions to counter-act anything), I’ve always found that when I was in a blissful state of denial, and enjoying it, to ride it. Because by the next day I’d again be worried about all the problems of the universe, so it was permissible.

Thank goodness these days I try to ignore the horrors, and simply do what I can when I can. Because I learned that feeling awful, in my case at least, was not very effective.