Telling me to cheer up or imply that I am not welcome unless portraying a cheery disposition implies that I have control over my physical and/or mental circumstances. Waking up and being unable to fully function physically on a regular basis is no fun. And, fyi, there seems to be no cause/cure other than the lesions on my spinal cord. I repeat, there is no known cure or cause. So no, I did not bring this on myself. And lately I have completely reverted to the only pragmatic solution my budget allows - following a very restricted diet.
I agree that being in a good headspace is important when you have a serious illness. But sometimes attitude does not overcome physical realities. This past month has been disturbingly difficult for me. The prolonged lack of employment is like a game of dominoes on my central nervous system.
I don't know if one can ever accept shitty things about one's life and circumstance. I think the great literary works of art (and the visual/musical ones) serve as testament to the profound unease (and/or *dis* ease) that many of us struggle with. One just learns to ignore and batten down the hatches, more often than not. I think I've been pretty good at the ignore part and I'm a mere novice apprentice for battening down the hatches.
So advising me to cheer up does not validate my reality. I have an illness that can not be meditated away. As far as I know.