After John passed, I systematically smiled into the mirror every morning. My smile was forced and looked terrible. But as I kept smiling for some time, my smile became a natural smile. It not only became a smile with my mouth and my eyes, but my shoulders, my tummy, and finally, with my whole body!
Don't let them define your reality... if 80,000 people attacked the Iranian government building it would be called a revolution yet when it happens in Greece it's called a protest. I don't trust anything the BBC tell me and neither should you.