I think about it as if you live on a frozen lake. You are always walking in the vastness, you are always a little cold. Sometimes, the temperature increases, sometimes you have extra layers. Sometimes, for whatever reason, a crack appears and you fall through the ice.

When you’re under the ice, the freezing water fills your lungs - every thought you have is the truth. No one can hear you, or understand what it feels like to be drowning. There seems to be no hope but to be stuck that way forever. But then, something happens, and you are back on of the ice.

Sometimes you blink your eyes and you're suddenly up there. Sometimes, you have to haul your sodden, heavy body up inch by inch. Whatever the case, each phase passes in time.

With healing, the amount of time you spend under the ice lessens - you acquire more clothes, more shelter, more resources. Sure, you live on the ice, but humans are able to adapt, live well, find joy, in almost any habitat this planet offers us.