The noise in an empty head rings sour with the bustle of the foreground. Watching the play from behind the curtain, the fear freezes and rusts as choice becomes a distant memory.
When a shape loses form and the meaning fades away, is it still a person? Like a lopsided wheel, or an uneven gear, the systems fall apart. What's the worth of the broken piece? You can find it in disposal.
Don't run away from the changes in your life, think about it deeply and find out how to survive. You're always capable of more than you think, even when you're not given choices.