I am part both, and part neither - that often happens with generalities.
I have experienced what some would call great suffering, but to me it was just life, and I looked for the best ways to navigate through it. I learned the usefulness of situational awareness at a young age. I listened when I was told that Jesus was the only one who would never let me down, but he did. My mom's suffering would not abate. Religion did not work for me.
Later in life I entered into a series of abusive codependent relationships. I realized that the commonality was myself. I worked on myself. I quietly worked my way out of the cycle of abuse that I myself had been unknowingly been perpetuating. If someone crosses my path, and wishes to talk I listen. I tell them that they don't have to accept abuse, but I don't thump them because I know from experience that this is counterproductive.
Through out all of this I have been seen as someone exuding great happiness. Happiness that I did indeed feel when nothing was going wrong.
In my life there are moments of this and moments of that. I respond, and sometimes react, to the moment I am in - sometimes whole, sometimes healed, and sometimes damaged.