We are all broken. It's what we choose to do with the pieces that matters.

Everyone gets broken. Everyone. Some grow stronger in those breaks. Others never recover.

Tell them about how you're never really a whole person if you remain silent, because there's always that one little piece inside you that wants to be spoken out, and if you keep ignoring it, it gets madder and madder and hotter and hotter, and if you don't speak it out one day it will just up and punch you in the mouth from the inside.

The Young Man came to the Old Man seeking counsel.
I broke something, Old Man.
How badly is it broken?
It's in a million little pieces.
I'm afraid I can't help you.
Why?
There's nothing you can do.
Why?
It can't be fixed.
Why?
It's broken beyond repair. It's in a million little pieces.

Where do you go when you go blank? Where do you go when the only thing that's living is your physical body? Where do you go when those you love are just a figment of your imagination? Where do you run to when your mistakes are trying to kill you? Where am I, is this even real.

Pain and misery are two different words, which both hurt.