Life was especially hard before I figured out I was floxxed. I do get bouts of depression and anxiety, and these happen when my suffering overreaches my ability to cope. But where attention goes, attention flows. I may not be able to choose my circumstances but I can change my mind about them. When I can fill my heart with faith, my brain is more positive. When I am grateful for everything I am blessed with, I am happier in general. I remind myself daily I am lucky to be alive; having survived repeated rounds of cipro and levaquin. I find a lot of comfort in Buddhist philosophy, when it comes to dealing with my physical suffering.