The best of you goes quiet during this, and quiet gets mistaken for gone. The humour, the patience, the thing you're actually good at — all of it downshifts to keep the essential systems running.
Ask anyone who has sat out a long illness and then come back to a piano.
The hands are stiff for a fortnight and then they aren't. Nothing had been deleted; it had been parked.
Whatever version of you is currently offline is not lost property. It's a rationing decision, made by a system that has worked out correctly what it can afford this month.