There is nothing I am not able to overcome.

Overcoming gets pictured as a summit and a flag. Much of it looks like a man learning to write his own name again with his left hand, badly, for eleven months.

Outlasting counts. So does adapting, and asking for help, and going around. Nothing promises the thing will be quick, or that you'll enjoy it — only that there is a version of you on the other side, and that the ways through are far more numerous than the ways they usually get described.