Life would not be life if sometimes things, you hold near and dear to your heart, did not break. You try to get your shit together as best as you can, picking up life where you left it. But sometimes that will not work. Sometimes you can not fix things. Whatever you do, however long you stare at the broken parts of your life, they stay broken.
What happens next will often depend on your character. Some will develop a more empathetic attitude towards others, and care more about their suffering. If I can not fix myself, then maybe I can fix somebody else, is what goes through their minds. Others become embittered, resentful, and even jealous of someone else’s fortune in life, and are only satisfied when everybody around them is just as miserable as they are.