She slouches hoping to hide behind the pity filled eyes of the others she so desperately wants to morph into. The mirror is her enemy reflecting what she most loathes: herself.

I’m trying what feels like every possible solution or medication I can find, and no matter what I do everything is hard. And when everything is hard and you’re crying all the time, it’s easy to watch the weeks slip by without one perfect night to tell the person you care for most in the world how you feel.