This Game.
Im emotional maybe because I went through things like this less than a year ago, a different cause but universal experiences, the exhaustion- things just being too hard to do, the dismissive doctors, people telling you that it's all in your head and you look fine, not being able to go to school, losing your friends.
I went back to school but didn't have that happy ending, I wished a lot for a supportive parent and friends that didn't drift apart, but sometimes life just doesn't have those happy endings, y'know?
learning that you'll have a condition for the rest of your life, like a man with a knife standing in the middle of the room, you know he's there, you just need to accomidate for him and walk around, theres nothing you can do about him but you know he's dangerous.
rarely in life will you get that end, but I think a good equivilent is just to step back when things are going well, and take that moment to appriciate that hay, that man is still there, but the decor on this room is great!
(that wasn't the best allegory)