Stopped by Fountain House today. Came along just in time to hear one of the other members giving a presentation about her life, talking about violence and sexual abuse from at least 8 years old (possibly earlier, though she has no recollection of anything before 8 years), suffering infertility, divorce, serious injury, getting an ultimatum from her physical therapist where he basically said "you can either stop doing all the physical activities you enjoy, or you can make sure that the joy they give you is worth the pain and injury they'll cause for you later", getting whammed by PTSD-induced panic attacks later in life, finding a therapist and coming to terms with the fact that she was a product of incest... And basically just transitioning from that to "it really is all just about how you approach life and how you choose to look at things, and about appreciating all the good times instead of dwelling on the bad times".
Which, I mean, great for her... Really doesn't make me feel any better about how massively I've failed to keep a positive outlook in my own life and inflicted weakness and incapability on myself when I really didn't have any good reason to do so.
And then everyone went out for bowling, and I had a semi-solid start before completely and utterly whiffing the second round. I think I finished the second round with 54 points...