I’ll never forget the day I saw—really saw—myself in the bathroom mirror.
I was standing in the partially gutted bathroom of the bungalow I’d purchased in a neglected but hopefully up and coming neighborhood.
I looked around and wondered what the hell I’d gotten myself into. Then I looked in the mirror.
The eyes staring back at me were so disconnected and shockingly—even though I’d done it all myself—my eyelashes and eyebrows were gone.
I had pulled every last hair out...
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