A broken life...pieces that can't be picked up

[ansar]

<p>No advice (I’m not good at these things), but this is very good writing (I think, anyway):

My life has broken. Into many little, scattered pieces, like a glass that drops on the kitchen floor. There are big chunks of glass which are clearly seen, and easily picked up, but you can’t reglue the glass without the tinier pieces. The tinier pieces make up the whole, and yet if you can’t see them, you can’t pick them up. When I see a tiny piece, though, I try to pick it up, but it pierces my finger and I bleed.

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