I look in the mirror and see me – yet at the same time, I am not sure who I see. There is strength that I still don’t comprehend – it stares back at me, waving at me, doing anything it takes for me to acknowledge it.
A woman looks back at me, slightly worn from enduring severe pain, yet she appears fierce and courageous.
A woman looks at me with tears falling from her eyes – completely aware of every step that was taken to get here.
A woman looks at me with such power and control I turn away for a moment unsure of what to do. When I look back, her face is closer to mine, powerful and genuine.
I look in the mirror and I see me – a woman with strength, who is fierce, courageous, powerful and genuine.
I am on both sides of the mirror, reflecting from one side to the other – so close – maybe one day soon we will be one.
*I have come so far but I am not there yet. I am very happy to be where I am now in my recovery. It is a miracle and a blessing. Intellectually I know I am all of the above adjectives…I need more time to feel it and believe it. I never would have characterized myself with these adjectives so to know it on any level is a huge step forward. I am proud of myself.*