One of the amazing poets I follow,
iPoeticChicK, wrote something about trying even after you fail. At first I read that as "f-a-l-l" and it brought an image strongly to mind, that of plummeting into a void, the walls rushing past you, curled up in a ball of pain and despair.
Because, let's face it, it feels that way. The world has gone out from under your feet. There's nothing to grab hold of to anchor yourself. And you really don't want to anyway. You just want the numbness to overtake you so you won't feel the pain. You are falling off the edge of the Earth and if you reach out toward the cliff face beside you, you will only hurt your hand from the speed of your "fall-ure".
So curl up. Pull your knees against you and tuck your head and try to outspeed the pain. And fall. And fall.
And fall... and fall...
And fall...
And after one hundred thousand subjective years of being surrounded by nothing but the memory of pain... if for no other reason than boredom, you reach out and touch a fingernail to that edge-of-the-world cliff face you are falling past. It hurts! But it is a different pain than the one that has followed you. You reach out and touch hands to that cliff, knowing it lacerates them, but this feeling of new pain is one *you* control. You might even play around with it some, touching then curling back up, touching and trying to slow then speeding back up.
Finally, after two hundred thousand subjective years, you try grabbing hold of projections. The memory of solidity flows back into you and you try to stop the fall. Reaching out you bump hands and feet and elbows and knees against the rock, suffering the pain in order to slow down and jerkily stop your descent. And when you do it hurts like hell. But it is a hell *you* control. It is one of *your* choosing.
When you return to the land of the living, you can choose to hide from people out of fear of a repeat. Or you can wander among them and take some pleasure from their chosen company. You decide who you want to talk to. You decide how and when. It is of your choosing.
And if you guess wrong about someone and find they've hurt you and knocked you off the edge of the world again... well, you know the trip. So reach out and stop the fall, catch your breath, and go back into society. You *will* find friendship there, and more.
It's really a choice between falling alone and in pain endlessly - or of feeling pain while you heal in the company of friends.