I have had Reflex Sypathetic Dystrophy since I was 13. It took away alot of what I could physically do, the world slaps labels on everyone. But do they define who we are? Mine doesn't, but for others it crushes them. I fought my way back to happiness, it does get better. The labels slapped on us can only hurt us if we care that they are there. Happiness is a choice, bc there are always things that we can choose to be unhappy about if we care about them.