I have regrets and complaints about my illness, for sure. I complained in a thread earlier today, but I only felt my life was ruined during my very worst years of my illness when everything in the world seemed horrible (my thinking was dysfunctional).

Perhaps my former career is a memory, and my husband and I will never be financially comfortable again, but I do my best to get as many simple pleasures out of life as possible. One day may suck, and the next seem great. I'm incredibly lucky to have my husband. I'd live in a tent with him if I had to.