I have a glass that cuts me when I drink from it.

I know what you’re thinking: “Why don’t you just get rid of it?”

Well, lots of reasons…
I’ve had it for so long that it’s hard to let go of.
It fills that empty space in the cabinet.
What would I replace it with?

So many questions!

Is it because it is, or was, important to me?
Because I have memories of when it didn’t cut me?
Because I used to heal more quickly?
Because it was the only glass I had?

So, why do I keep reaching for it now?

Partly out of habit, partly out of hope.
Partly because I don’t want to regret throwing it away.
Partly because I’m scared to be without it, scared to be truly on my own.
Scared that throwing it away means that I will be same as the glass that cuts me.