Mirror Of Myself

Part I of Essay
When I look at the reflection in the mirror, I see a short and not well- proportioned figure. Her hair is soft and silky, her face young yet wise. When I look at the reflection of her soul, I see strength. Sometimes she is my mentor and other times I am disheartened by her ....

Part II of Essay
.... so excruciating and unbearable." Then, a look of fear and hopelessness quickly filled her eyes as she continued on with her explanation of why. She said, "well night is when I feel most alone and desperate for a nurturing protector to comfort my waking nightmares." At that point I was beginning to feel an overwhelming sense of panic for her recovery,knowing that she has had to live life locking away the hurt,crying little child. The addiction seemed to make her realities easier to cope with, and now she recognizes the reality that the addictio ....