I feel the exact same way about me and my jaw situation, not only that but my body too.

It's as if there's a giant party where everyone gets a piece of cake and yours drops on the floor. Yeah you can pick it up and scrape off all the dirt and lint but it's still a piece of cake that fell on the floor. And now there's parts of that cake that you'll never get to taste like the beautiful icing because it had bits in it, but everyone else gets to have icing--

That's exactly what life is like for me.

Whilst I was off to the side trying to salvage my broken piece that barely resembles cake everyone was having their fun, sharing the experience with eachother while I missed it all.

And even if at the end of the party I'm lucky and manage to find a new piece of cake it's just not the same. I'll be all alone, having to rush my cake eating experience, hoping that I'll get to enjoy every bit before the lights shut off on me and I have to go home.