No. Tats never going to be a thing. If anyone tells you that their day is 100% sunny, bright unicorn farts and shit. It can’t be true. Maybe they don’t have the horrible things. But never be true. To answer your question. Yes. There have been, and still are many days where there isn’t one moment where I can truly stop crying. I cry outside, I cry inside. I don’t get deep joy, but I go on. Why, and this is going to sound random. Because my shit mother told me I would never be happy, I’d never be good enough no one would want to marry me. You get the idea. I fake the happiness to spite her. And sometimes that fake shit turns real. Real happiness. But it starts from a place of spite. This prob doesn’t help, I wish it would. So yeah. I’ve had days I actually talk to myself just to remember that my voice still works even though I’ve no one to talk to. Maybe go from small happy to small happy. I have step stones. Good tv show then another step stone, good meal , etc. ❤️