This is simply a turnaround orchestrated by your soul. Even before this, you were.
And even after all this passes away, you shall be. All the Rest Of It is stuff and nonsense.

The accoutrement. The flora and fauna. Pretty, perhaps. Shiny and sparkling, perhaps. But having nothing to do with anything. Let it go. Release it. If it was not supposed to be removing itself from you now, it would not be doing so. It will never return to you in this exact form, and it is not intended to. If it returns at all, it will be in a higher form. That is the purpose of its leaving. All of life only improves itself. It can’t do anything else.
This is called evolution. Trust it. And now, smile. Tomorrow is coming!
Tomorrow is coming!

Neale Donald Walsch