"The question is whether she is a grumbler or a grumble. If there is a real woman, even the trace of one-still there inside the grumbling, it can be brought to life again.” C.S. Lewis
I focus on the Light. On making myself useful. If I let go of those things, I might just let go altogether, and become a trace of myself within a grumbling, and then eventually a shell of myself that can't be brought back to life. I focus on the Light.
People say "I wouldn't have known you were depressed." I reply, "Acting!"