

Me too!
I’ve been wading through a swamp of misery lately - just a lot of pressure from work.
Every morning I try to think of 5 things that I’m grateful for, or to look forward to.
My kids are always high on that list because exactly as you said, they make it all mean something.
I’m grateful for modern medicine.
I had a heart attack 2 years ago at 41. I’m not obese, and I’m reasonably fit and active, I just made some poor decisions and lost the genetic lottery.
I got a re-sleeve and aparently my ticker is tip top again. I didn’t even need “surgery”. They just ran their magical fixerupper up my vein from my wrist.
Not very long ago I would just be fucked up for the very brief rest of my life.