We have definitely all said that same thing....well mostly you're making me do math....wait.....wait....nope 14 years here
The only way I've survived is humor. Had a shirt for quite awhile that said "Shit Happens" my inside joke to myself and others thought it as something else....yep humor and just driving on.
I believe in the military quote of "suck it up and drive on"....well mostly....sometimes I just collapse and lose it for a few days. Then I say what is the option...for me at least give up or just keep going for my kids and grand kids and well myself. Find thing that bring me joy and distract me. Distraction is my biggest help....go in my yard and do some work out there. I've gone from a lot of Codeine and Tramadol a day to just one Tramadol every 3 days or so depending. I've learned to put up with so much pain like all of us here....but there is days I pray for death still on the toilet....but then it gets better.
I've learned to journal and log all the foods that send me into the porcelain devil. I know if I say screw it and have a wine or ice cream bar with family I will regret it; but even then I sometimes do it for the hour or so I got joy from it. If I say huh that food sounds good I haven't had it in awhile...loud bells start going off in my head saying NOOOOO.
Keep fighting, I broke down and got counseling every other month to just touch base and got a sleep aide to help with the depression. They are also changing my medication AGAIN to Stelara from entivio which I started getting way to many side effects, same thing happened with Remicade with me....but hey maybe this one is the winner and it's only shots after the first infusion. This is huge since I have TINY veins that they have a hard time getting and run when I come through the door and say "Not It" to each other. My record is 10 times before they got me ya threatened a port they did.
Take heart, we are here for you.