Even with good health, nothing matters. Up until January I was really healthy. Then I woke up in the ICU, paralyzed from the neck down, spent 2 months on a ventilator. I died in mid-February. They got me back easily enough, but the trauma from that still lingers. Learned how to walk, talk, dress myself again for a month in an inpatient rehab hospital. I’m about as close to normal as I’ll ever be now, but the void is cold, dark, and empty.