Fake it until you make it was my motto for several years. My head was so screwed up after killing my BF that I still loved despite him going loco that I didn't know up from down.

I HAD to fake it because that was all there was. I went through the motions and kept my kid and animals fed, sometimes did some laundry, sometimes just hid in my room because I couldn't face the day.

Ten years later I am emotionally stable (most of the time) and I don't have to fake it as much.