When something needs repair, it needs the right stuff. It doesn't do much good to fill in a crack in the road with flowers. Yes, it looks good, looks artsy, looks funky, whatever. But it is still not fixed.
The same for inside. When I was broken, I didn't need a bandaid. A bandaid wouldn't do the repair. What did heal the broken part of my being was hard work, honesty, determination and a sense of humor. The humor was necessary in my case because I was focused on fear and anger. I didn't accept joy into my life much less out and out humor.
Every day is special now. I laugh and play. Just waking up and breathing isn't enough anymore. Joy and humor and fun work better than a bandaid.