It's an overstatement

It happens when we hit rock bottom. It's like reaching a dead end, there's no where else to go but back, or in the first example, up. Everyone knows this but some of us do refuse to move. I wonder if that happens due to the lack of strength, motive, or simply because one enjoys such deep and powerful feelings, even though they're quite negative. That's why we have masochists, right?

Eventually, things change. It's like we're a dead body that was thrown at a river and suddenly has a rip on the lungs, which luckily had a little bit of air still inside them, and makes us float like a balloon. We can't do anything about it, and so can't our lovely killer who, unfortunately for him, didn't see it coming.

So, we start to float our way up, sometimes so slow that we don't even realize it, and eventually it gets a little better. And if we're really lucky, sometimes we float just as high enough as we had to see the sun. And it feels so warm on our dead coolish skin that it's like a brand new feeling we never thought it would be possible to have again (of course that's an overstatement, but I hope my bright reader knows what I mean).

And then, life goes on, not seeming as much dead as it looked before. Sometimes the weather is a little cloudy, and it may even rain, but, like most things, it's a cycle. It won't rain forever as well as it won't shine everyday, but if it did it would certainly take some of the joy of it, since everyone's patience has a limit, some higher than others.