I’m not sure at what point I lost myself again, and I certainly don’t know what caused it.
I cannot recognise my reflection in the mirror, once more. I am not me. My eyes are hazy and greener than usual, which is generally an indicator of deep sadness or poisonous anger.
I have succumbed to the hellish depths of depression and successfully hidden that fact from everyone around me.
And I have no choice but to keep hiding how I truly feel, because I can’t let anyone down anymore.