I think there is an idea that survial comes after some kind of relief. Like, “Oh, that hurricane destroyed everything she had, but thank god she survived.” The storm is over and we can all walk away. There’s relief in that, but it isn’t always so. I think survival is existing with something pivotal being taken away from you. You compensate, doing without. Sometimes it is becoming the storm—striking before anyone else can. Sometimes it is living with a wound that you don’t know how to heal. Sometimes its living with the storm inside you, so you wake up knowing that it isn’t over.
