The other night my daughter made the comment that happiness is a choice. I was so proud of her. She's 17 and knows that someone else can't make her happy.
I like what your friend said, Zues, that what you are going through is impacting you. Twice in my life I've been severely anemic, and it was only months later after I got the treatment I needed and felt better that I realized how crappy I had felt for so long without acknowledging it or allowing myself to slow down, or criticizing myself for having to. Be gentle with yourself, Zues. There are seasons to things, embrace each one.
