Whatever the hardest week of your life was, you are on the other side of it. That isn't a slogan, it is the arithmetic of being here at all. Every one of the days you were certain you could not do got done, mostly badly, mostly without a plan.
The record is unbroken and it never feels like evidence, because surviving something doesn't come with a ceremony. It comes with a Tuesday and some washing.
Overcoming is far less dramatic than it sounds. Usually it is just the accumulation of ordinary days spent on the far side of something that was supposed to have finished you.