I look in the mirror.
I don’t recognise the person staring back at me.
Even at rest, she wears a permanent frown.
Lines etched between brows that are unruly.
Hair that before would have been removed swiftly, now a permanent fixture.
Temples are greying. Face is sagging.
A completely different person stares back at me.
Changed so much in a mere six months it is surprising.
Aged decades it seems in an instant.
I get a shock if I accidentally catch my reflection in a mirror or a store window.
Who is this person?
It is me.
A new me that wears her sorrow like a mask for all to see.
The Parties of Awesome were a great distraction. So much to do, so much to think about.
Then Christmas and back to school.
Now I am alone with my thoughts. Thoughts that I could push aside when there was so much to do.
Thoughts that now etch themselves on my face.
As a permanent reminder,
that life will never be the same again.