Metaphor?

Empty.
Delicate.
Fragile.

Have given up writing pain diary. Am hurting all of the time. I don't have the inclination to write down every damn twinge, shooting pain and dull ache...3 months of writing it down is enough. Almost a year of pain is enough.

I also realised today that as much as I want to get out of the house, I am actually a little bit nervous of being around people. Am scared that I will react, over-react or just not cope with the physical symptoms well enough to mask what I am feeling and so I just don't want to engage.

Maybe it's compounded by post-Christmas slump.

Who knows. The sofa calls.

(PS - it's a crystal tumbler, empty, with the lens shoved in the rim of the glass, with flash)