In my experience, happiness has an interesting ability to shift shapes. Just like a liquid, it will seep in, squeeze into, or fill up your life, no matter what your circumstances.
Everyone finds their reason to be happy. So when we got our son’s diagnosis and realized that all the reasons we had borrowed from the world around us to define what happiness should mean to us needed to be dumped or redefined, we were devastated.
In retrospect, I believe the shock of the diagnosis and what we believed it meant led us to sift through our future life events and foresee nothing that would bring us joy.
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