When S**T Hits the Fan

If you find your face pushed into dirt, unable to breathe - what now? How do you ever get back up?Sometimes you can't just keep going. It seems, you won't ever get up again. You just can’t. And decide, from no on, you won’t take no more bulls**t. And then? How do you get back up? How can you start breathing again? How do you live a conscious life without avoiding uncomfortable stuff? Without bypassing it with some lame general statement as „everything happens for a reason“? How do you ever gain trust in life again? And what happens with your worldview, your beliefsystem? Your understanding of God, the Universe? Where does f***ing Karma enter the stage?