If something ails you it gives you pain or discomfort.
If so, keep your chin up. Put on a happy face. Let a smile be your umbrella. And all of that other fatuous, Pollyanna crap that power-of-positive thinking idiots chirp at you endlessly.
Despite my cynicism, the smile-though-your-heart-is-aching numskulls do, more often than not, have at least one thing right. When you’re ailing to an extent that is significantly beyond what you experience from life’s everyday tribulations, things usually do get better eventually. It’s referred to as regression to the mean.
Then again, sometimes things don’t get better. Sometimes, the only way they get better is by you entering the great nothingness, which, admittedly, is not a state of pleasure, but at least it’s not pain either.
Life—and death—is like that. Get used to it.
Thank you and have a nice day.