Could THIS be why I'm depressed whenever I visit H?
It's like living in a prison where your only visitors are nagging in-laws. It sounds like a TV show where you can't tell whether it's a drama or a sitcom. A very very dark sitcom.
Ah, much better!
Nothing like dancing in the garden for a medication-free joy shot.
I think I know the secret* now:
In spite of everything - BECAUSE of everything - force the joy out of life anyway.
(No, not that Secret.)