Rotten fruit

I thought of a way to describe my brain.

Imagine a bowl (my skull)
imagine 6 different fruits in the bowl. (the alters)
Each fruit a segment of my brain with specific duties.
Now,

imagine all that fruit...rotting....becoming mushy and attracting fruit flies.

The fruit flies are all those people who are curious, doubting, wondering and waiting for the fruit to split open and expose its contents...they are vultures circling in on the kill....those flies are supposedly "friends" but in fact are not.   

Rotten fruit smells bad, taste bad and looks bad.  It is bruised, mushed and worthless.  The only good thing about rotten fruit is the insects it feeds....the insects that slowly eat away the meat until the fruit becomes maggot infested....

My brain is maggot infested rotten fruit.  
But my problem...I cannot throw the rotting fruit out.  I have to live with the stench, the maggots, the buzzing fruit flies.  I cannot change my head,  the rotten fruit will not go away...I cannot start over with nice good tasty nutritious fruit....I have no trash can or trash compactor to dispose of the rotting fruit.  

So I am destined to have to smell myself, and listen to the fruit flies buzzing around my head.  I have to learn to live with the garbage that is my brain.

That bowl full of rotten fruit, is me/us.  No longer colorful and vibrant and full of good ingredients, but a sad little rotten bowl of worthless fruit that nobody wants....certainly I don't want it.  But like my whole entire life....nobody even wanted the fruit before it went bad, why would anyone want the fruit now??

S