Puzzled.

Sometimes, just as all the pieces start to fit into place, you look back down at the puzzle and there, in the corner, one piece not quite the right fit.
How did that happen?
You swear when you looked at it, it snapped together perfectly, but no. It's definitely not in the right spot.
Strange.
As you try to pick that piece apart you realize, no, many more pieces are wrong. What's happened?
What's wrong with this thrift store, mix & match puzzle of your life?
Why are things falling apart, refusing to fit where you thought they should.
How do you fix something like that?
Glue? 

This puzzle analogy doesn't make sense. Nothing makes sense.

I'm sad. But like so sad I don't have words for the sadness. It's too heavy and raw. I wish I were a different person.