I can and will survive anything life throws at me.

Surviving is allowed to be ugly. Frozen pizza for eleven nights, the phone face-down, three weeks of answering nobody, a house that would embarrass you if the door were opened. None of that disqualifies it.

The idea that endurance ought to look dignified costs people enormous amounts of energy they haven't got. Ships come into harbour with the paint gone and the rigging in pieces, and the word for that is still arrived.