You are right.
Even as I wrote it I knew that it was incomplete, that the underlying configuration (BPD, a melancholy soul, a terrible childhood) is the cause rather than the specific event that triggers it.
Getting over the trigger event can give a respite.
And enable “one” to live “again” or “still”.
Writing is living too.
The value of watching a football (soccer) match on Saturday morning in Helsingør cannot be measured in dollars and cents.
I am here.
I am breathing fresh sea air.
The spirit is still blowing in me.
I am alive.