I remember (very well) wondering when our next meal would come. One time, our dog chased down a deer, killed it & drug it home. My Dad chopped off its legs, gave the legs to our dog, went & borrowed the neighbors manual meat grinder and spent all night grinding deer meat w my Mom. That meat fed our family of 6 for 8 weeks.
We VERY rarely had good news about anything growing up, so "that" life prepared me for "this" fight. Qs posts are very rarely uplifting & can sometimes be downright terrifying. If you're mentally trained for this fight, you've already been living in survival mode …….all your life.