Fine, actually

Becca:

Does it ever go away? Nat:
No, I don't think it does. Not for me, it hasn't - has gone on for eleven years. But it changes though. Becca:
How? Nat:
I don't know... the weight of it, I guess. At some point, it becomes bearable. It turns into something that you can crawl out from under and... carry around like a brick in your pocket. And you... you even forget it, for a while. But then you reach in for whatever reason and - there it is. Oh right, that. Which could be aweful - not all the time. It's kinda... [deep breath] Nat:
not that you'd like it exactly, but it's what you've got instead of your son. So, you carry it around. And uh... it doesn't go away. Which is... Becca:
Which is what? Nat:
Fine, actually