That is a tricky question. The truth is I merely lost myself. The whole, confident person I was before he came into my life. And when I realized I had disappeared in the muck, that was the lightbulb moment I knew it was time to get the ball rolling. The me who had disappeared had suffered. She needed years of nursing. But like most things worthwhile, I believe I came back stronger than before. And as far as being happy … that is still always a work in progress. As am I.