I didn't exactly pull myself together - I got past such notions - but bits of me did come round again, as flies or memories or subatomic particles will for reasons of their own. Bit by bit I congregated, I suppose you could say, and then somehow I cohered. I went on and had another life. Or went ahead and made the best of the old one.

A quote from 'Breath' by Tim Winton, a good book.