How can I ever be happy when I know I'm going to be left like this for life? Every day and night a battle, tying to pretend to be happy for my kids, yet crumbling when there're asleep. How to be happy again, truly happy and genuinely happy. I fear bedtime, I feel the cosyness of my sheets on my skin snd hear the horrendous noise pouring out of my ears, it's a horrible contradiction.