Slowly but Surely.
It takes time. It really, really does. And drinks (and more drinks), and chats, and music, and friends, and sometimes even movements back and forth between hemispheres. But you do start to feel a little better, then a little bit better still. Then one rainy Monday night, you start into your second cup of tea (because AFDs for the win) while you watch a BBC series on the tele, and you realise you're getting there. This place has started to feel like somewhere you want to be, once again.
It's not perfect. It's not fixed, there are still tough bloody times and you certainly don't know what happens next, but for now....progress is progress. Hopefully the rain will clear tomorrow.