Sometimes we find ourselves in a place that is not designed for us. We just feel it. We try to make the best of it, but no matter what we do we never seem to find that happy place. That happy place cannot exist if where we are has nothing to do with who we are. It's okay to be there for someone, but it is also okay to be there for yourself. I have always had a tendency to make sure those around me are happy or content with what is going on, whatever it be. And in those processes I have lost myself. I have forgotten all the things that make me happy. It takes a lot of work to find oneself again. But the rewards are very much worth the pain and agony.