one bad thing

There is a pain that does not stop. No matter what I do or say, there is always the memory of that one bad thing. I compare everything to that one bad thing. Lately, I have been falling back to that place where my value inside is next to nothing. When this happens I get a direct view of the realities in people. That one bad thing was a different time; a different place. I am now seeing very little difference between my one bad thing, in one of my bad times, and things other people must deal with-their bad thing(s). That pain never stops and everything else can only apply to me separate from my one bad thing in this time now. This is progress and this is good.