People who overcame things in their lives have a depth to them over people who have never struggled at all, or very little.
But for some of us I wonder do we ever find our way 'out of those depths'? When our pain is consistent suffering? Consistent struggle?
I have in the past described chronic pain, chronic migraines in particular like being in an ocean far from land. Almost drowning at every moment as the waves surge against you. You just struggle not to drown. Sometimes you may want to give up and just drown. But you keep struggling to stay above water. Sometimes you swim because you are sure there must be a shore out there somewhere, but you never find it. But you hope. But mostly you try to keep your head above water; neither drowning nor saved but in some sort of limbo hell. We are immersed in the depths so far there is no other side to see.
I am sure if there was an end to this tunnel, coming out the other side we would have one hell of a story to tell. But we are held in limbo by the pain. Suspended by it. Neither defeat, nor victory. But, yes, we know struggle and suffering. To an unnatural degree that is not counterbalanced as it should be by ease and joys.