In that dark hour what do you do?
I don't know. I can tell you what doesn't work:
Begging for forgiveness from a hardened heart (NO GOOD! Though it certainly does exercise the humble muscle),
Crying yourself to sleep (though it does clear the tear ducts),
Calling down the Gods (honestly I don't think this has been effective since the Grecian era and even then it was dubious),
Beating yourself up for the error of humanhood (this one is particularly insidious as it often masquerades as "personal growth", psycho-babble and other sorts of "new age" bullshit),
Looking back and trying to remove the splinter of discord via some sort of mental time travel (this is the "if I knew then what I know now" routine which always proves futile since "then" doesn't exist and "now" is NOW so we might as well just stay put),
Trying to be "better","nicer" or whatever the flavor of the day is (Let's face it "trying to be better" is a giant personal assault and no one ever grows via a full frontal attack).
So here's what I have come up with: Life is messy. People get hurt sometimes. We fuck up. We try again. We make repairs where we can and hopefully the fissures of self allow more and more light to shine through. In the end, it doesn't matter... and if all else fails just sing to yourself:
Row, Row, Row your boat,
Gently Down the stream,
Merrily, Merrily, Merrily
Life is but a dream.