Once upon a time there was a girl. This girl was very organized and on top of things. She always felt like she was skiing over the avalanche of life rather than trying desperately to stay ahead of it or even worse, falling under it. Life was good. Somewhere along the way she started slipping, forgetting little things here and there, letting other things slide by the wayside because she just didn't have the energy to keep it all going. It began so gradually that she didn't even notice. When she began noticing, she ignored it, not consciously recognizing the signs and implications. She chalked it up to an off day or an anomaly. Little by little, she began to slip down in front of the avalanche. Before she knew it, she was swept away under the current of the flow, popping her head out briefly for gulps of air and a glimpse of the sky.
Time passed as she was swept along the course of the avalanche, watching everything fly along beside her, wondering when exactly she slipped underneath, and how in the world she was going to get back up. Others began to notice how far below the snow she'd slipped, especially a boy. Her precarious position was a source of some argument from the boy, and rightfully so. But it only made her slip all the farther beneath the snow.
Then one day, the sun came out and began to melt the snow around her. She realized that there was no easy answer, no recriminations- sometimes you just slip below the avalanche. Rather than waiting around wishing for a magical reappearance back on top of the rushing snow, she realized that she needed to climb her way back up herself. Baby steps. And little by little, she would emerge again on top, in control, organized and feeling good. Back to the basics, just like how she got on top of it all before. All it took was a little sunshine to warm and awaken her.