I think I experienced that. I used to lie in bed imagining if I could only do those things I used to take for granted, I'd be happy again. I think it's true for SOME things - maybe the excitement of going to the supermarket wears off after you've done it pain-free a few times - but some of the realizations, that lying on a bed in pain for 1.5 years cause you to have, are true - like the realization that getting to listen to music whilst I'm enjoying my life, and getting to make music with ambition in-mind, are more important to me than almost everything else, and getting to live somewhere on my own, away from any other people, is also vastly important to me - I don't care about careers, education, college, university, I hate full-time work, so why would I want to go to Uni?! - I just want to own my own shitty, rotten, dishevelled house, up north where it's cheap, work part-time, and make music for most of the day. That's mostly what I figured out. Some things I thought were important to me, aren't at all!