Years ago when I was still a young woman in my childbearing years, I would hear women complaining about menopausal hot flushes (or hot flashes, depending on where you live). They made them sound just miserable and I thought, "What's the big deal? You feel hot for a minute. So what?"
Do people judge you according to your job? Or worse, do you negatively judge yourself based on what you do for a living? Do you hate going to work, or feel like it's just a job and it's nothing special? Perhaps it's worth a shift in your perspective.
Generally speaking, Western culture shuns, fears and hides from death whenever possible. It is shrouded in mystery, and in fact, in secrecy to some extent. We don't like to discuss it at all, but when we must, we use euphemisms for it. We shield our children from it, we don't let them attend funerals...
It's snowing. You wouldn't think there are lots of kinds of snow but there are. For example, there are the big fat fluffy flakes that drift and float, silently smiling as they gently cover the world in a soft sparkling blanket. They are friendly. Happy. Cheerful little kids seeking playmates. That kind of snow warms your heart and makes you want to daydream by a fire with a cup of cocoa.
It's true that sometimes friendships can be kind of lopsided. One friend might have an ongoing issue and needs some support for a while. Perhaps for a very long while. And you're doing all the giving and that friend is doing all the receiving. But then there are times it works the other way and you're on the receiving end for a while.