Excerpts from "Getting Back To Me"
Okay, you’re right, I’m not the first girl to walk this path, but when I found myself at the edge of the abyss called “unknown” with vertigo pulling me ever forward, I still believed I had a sworn duty to skirt the edge. Even when I saw others defy gravity, I felt grounded. My path just wasn’t as obvious as theirs. I didn’t have a “hell” to leave.
Until I’m honest with myself.
Which is hard for me to do. It’s what got me in trouble, deep trouble. I’m compelled to tell my story for that one person who finds herself (or himself) like me, lost in a house of mirrors of her own making. The kind of girl who, instead of searching for a way out, just makes another mirror; the kind of girl who didn’t trust herself to trust herself.
This is for the girl or boy out there who has convinced themselves that they aren’t worthy of going from “there” to here. The kind of girl who learned never to trust that mirror, but never stopped praying to it everyday.
Because one day, the mirror answers. . .