The thing they never tell you is that people break like bones. Sometimes wholly. Sometimes only when the weather changes. But sometimes your life, your essence, your reality has a limp that stays with you for keeps. The people around you may notice, often slightly, but occasionally undeniably, that you are defective. Many will have words, gods, potions or platitudes to mute the wound so that no one has to hear any more about it. And others, they just stay away. All believe they have the answers, that is, until they break too, unlike you, but just the same.
