I know exactly how you feel. After my accident I wound up having to leave my great job and losing every material possession that I had. I moved across the country to recover. I went from hating this idea of living "country town" toloving it. I was able to start back working as a legal assistant even though I'm not nearly as good as I was. I've been there 7 months. I am so much more content with my life than I was, minus the lingering memory/concentration problems. It's made me appreciate things a lot more than I did.

Today marks six months that were "stolen" from life as I knew it by my friend PCS.

But what those six months gave me is far greater than what I would have had without this detour.

Time with my family, to really focus on them. Quiet, peaceful time.
Time to think about more important things.
Time to reflect on my spiritual needs and learn about what my body needs.
Time to go through the stages of grief and come out stronger than before.

I suspect I needed to be humbled and I'm ok with that.

That is today's bright side.