I feel that for the longest time as a child I was much the same. I would fight for what I believed in and to defend what I loved. Not that I am naturally a fighter. But after years of psychological and emotional abuse I changed. I lost that fighting instinct and became a push over. 

These traits are still deep rooted in my subconscious but I am pulling them out like weeds one at a time. It's a slow process but I will get back to me. 

Maybe, just maybe that blizzard wasn't just a weather pattern. Maybe it was a way to allow you to reflect. A moment of vulnerability. I can only imagine the despair you felt at that moment, possibly feeling that there was nothing beyond this snow and ice and wind. Or at least nothing earthly. (Sorry, not meaning to theological 😄) Were you waiting long? I know it must have felt like an eternity.