shattered, splintered pieces

Lately has not been very good seemingly. Seems as if most things I've touched lately have broken into tiny pieces. Literally. The things I've held dear for a few years I've broken. Not on purpose. The ceramic rabbit I've had since I was 3. Which I have adored and cherished. The nativity set I worked so hard to buy. The angel I had only just been given. And finally me. Lying on the bed, in ball, crying and sobbing hair matted to my face. I have finally just given up and let the shattered, splintered pieces fall....