Years ago, I coined a term "struggle-ism" for my adversity-biased mind. It's as if I am addicted to whatever chemicals my brain generates when I am suffering. I loved this meme I found that sort of encapsulates this: and I say to my sometimes-freezing shoulder "oh, please, so what, stop it already, I get it, you like pain, you miss your suffering after a while and need to generate a little bit more juicy victim-story." No. Not today. It's cloudy, cold and very boo-hoo in general. I am safe. I am loved. I have wonderful stuff in my life. It would all be great if only my mind would read the memo: to stop being a miserable cow.