I often feel I was dealt a pretty shit hand from the start.. 3 months premature, weaned off drugs, but then adopted and given a wonderful upbringing. Over the past few years, life has be bloody awful - absolutely damn hard and depressing - I suffered a head injury and post concussion syndrome, severe anxiety, a mental breakdown, drug induced incurable involuntary movement disorder, my DB passed away from cancer, an ectopic pregnancy, job loss... just crappy thing after crappy thing.
I’m fairly depressed underneath my cheerful exterior and I allow myself a good few minutes every day to wallow, cry, feel utterly miserable and crap, and generally wish I wasn’t here. Then I get up, dust myself down, dry my eyes, and look at my wonderful DC and family, nature, my home, and food to eat, and try to smile and appreciate things - the mundane things included - a bit more.
If I didn’t do this, I honestly don’t think I could carry on.