There is a quote I recently heard. It says, “I survived because the fire inside burned brighter than the fire outside.” This might be true. Mostly, I survived because of machines, and doctors, and nurses. Because of humans who loved me. Humans who do you love me.
Your limits are never really tested until you almost die. And then wish you had. And then you ruin your life. Over and over and over again. So is it the fire inside that’s burning brighter? Are you still engulfed, choking on smoke, fed by flame so thick you can’t even see your own face?