If who I see in the mirror is who I am, then who was I when there was someone else there looking back?
I don’t even look like a semblance of myself, not even a bit like me. But I look like I feel: empty, withdrawn and washed out.
But if that is I in the mirror, if that indeed is my reflection, then how can I be who I was? How can I see the woman I used to see, because I haven’t seen her in a while.
I liked her, even when I didn’t like her a lot; I liked her. Even when she looked better than me, or better than I felt; I liked her. There was something there, always something there. But now there is nothing.
How can I feel better when I can’t even remember what better feels like. I just know it’s not this.