Last night, I was spinning out of control. It was so bad I threw the remote at the hallway mirror. It didn’t shatter into a bunch of pieces. As I stood in front of it, the distortions I saw were a reflection of the chaos I was experiencing.
I could’ve taken the mirror down and thrown it away, but that didn’t feel right. Instead, I grabbed some clear tape and carefully covered the cracks.
Each time I covered a crack, I reminded myself that this isn’t permanent.
I will get better.