The world sometimes seems to be crashing down around me.

I close my eyes, afraid that if I open them, all will be gone.

I impulsively open them, expecting to see darkness alone.

My assumptions are true.

Wait – out there, far beyond…

There’s a light, I see it.

I feel a pull, an attraction towards it.

Soon I can make out what it is, and it’s my reflection;

a mirror with a happier image of myself staring back at me.

This version looks healthy,

She doesn’t seem to be draped in the layers of self-hatred that mar me.

Still feeling that pull, I walk over to the mirror

and into it… There I am.

Overwhelmed with home, love, normalcy.

Or so I thought.

All turned away, disintegrating into nothingness.

I’m forced back into the darkness, the loneliness.

Someone – Something approaches me.

It is love. It is me. I am free and unafraid.

I am happy.

I made myself happy.