I'm facing that very question these days myself as I grieve the person I once used to be. My iniability to work prevents me from doing those activities that were once part of a lifestyle that made me very happy or live in a community that is a better fit for me. For 5 years now I have mourned the loss of this lifestyle. Difficult because such activities are part of who I am, part my very fiber and sense of identity.

I have been told I need to lower my expectations, to be realistic. I've posted a few places here... how on earth can I accept a pitiful walk on a flat paved park path when it is a mountainside I have previously become accustomed to?