It goes in cycles.

It is...very frustrating to be fractured. You have a couple of days that seem okay, and you try on a smile or two, and they don't hurt. You let yourself imagine a future where that is normal. You feel almost....good.
And that is exactly when it all goes to hell and you realize suddenly that leaving the house today was a mistake all by itself. Everything is too much: lights too bright, voices too loud, and there is somehow a rumbling growl under everything that shakes you to your spine. You are stuck on a bench, frozen there, unable to get up and go home but about to cry in public if you stay.
You thought you were past this, and you hoped that things were getting better. Guess you just forgot that you're fractured.