Part 1 of Essay
When I look at the reflection in the mirror, I see a short and not well- proportioned figure. Her hair is soft and silky, her face young yet wise. When I look at the reflection of her soul, I see strength. Sometimes she is my mentor and other times I am disheartened by her actions. I have seen her raw emotions, flailing li ....

Part 2 of Essay
.... completely in control and full of hope. It's night time that is so excruciating and unbearable." Then, a look of fear and hopelessness quickly filled her eyes as she continued on with her explanation of why. She said, "well night is when I feel most alone and desperate for a nurturing protector to comfort my waking nightmares." At that point I was beginning to feel an overwhelming sense of panic for her recovery,knowing that she has had to live life locking away the hurt,crying little child. The addiction seemed ....