I sit in front of my laptop looking at my reflection in the screen. Who is this woman? Gained a few pounds, face got round, new wrinkles craved in the corners of her eyes... She looks sad, unsatisfied and lost. I don't like what I see and I can't help it. I feel as if a past me came to haunt me. As if this sad, depressed woman, whom I have been ignoring for too long and pretended she doesn't exist, started screaming to my face. Look at me! LOOK AT ME! I am here, I exist and I need healing! Please stop pretending that everything is fine. Just talk to me and make me feel good again. Walk me out of bitterness and pain. But I can't help her... I don't have the strength. And even if I had, I wouldn't know where to start. What do we do? Help us, please!