I am a survivor.

Survival almost never feels heroic while it is being done. It feels like a Tuesday.

Getting dressed. Answering two of the eleven emails. Eating something that was not good for you but was, technically, food. Going to bed and getting up again the next day when there was no particular reason to expect it would be better.

That is the actual material. Nobody makes films about it because there is nothing to film. But the word belongs to whoever kept going through the unremarkable days, and there has never been another route through.