Reflection. An image of ourselves, looking back us. They can be comforting in so many ways. Looking into a mirror every morning, my hand pressed against the cool glass, linked to my doppelganger, somehow affirms my minor existence. That I am here, in this time, ready to start another day. It confirms my determination to keep going, despite the exhaustion evident in my body and in the dark circles that softly smudge the contours of my eyes. It ties me to what I have in this moment- a body and mind that functions, family and friends that care about me, and a world that is full of possibilities.
However sometimes these reflections are surprisin