Any time I close my eyes, I see myself standing in a big, empty room. Never in a specific place or time, but always standing alone. I see myself, arms clutched tightly around my body. Pieces of me are falling off and down to the floor as if I were made of shreds of tissue paper. I am frantically grasping and grabbing for these pieces, trying to put myself back together. But with each reach another section floats out and away. Each movement is more detrimental than the last. Try and try as I may, I keep ripping into smaller shreds.