I had a small life.Who was that girl in the mirror anyway?

Last night I stayed at my parents' house, up in my old bedroom.
Had a fight with my past while I was there at about 2:30 in the morning.
So much happened there, and I could see it all. The corner where I sat staring into space for hours on end, when no one was there to interrupt my dissociating. The spot my mirror used to be, where I'd find myself startled when I'd glad in the mirror because I didn't recognize the face that was reflected back, asking myself over and over again, "Who ARE you?" The spot I kept an overstuffed pillow, so that when I cried and screamed into it, no one could hear. The window I would peek timidly out of, afraid of seeing my ex-boyfriend's car drive by when he was stalking me.
I realized as I stood there last night, I lived a verysmalllife.
My life is bigger now. I like it much better. Its still hard, but at least its hard in different ways, on a hard path that I feel like is getting me somewhere. I am working like crazy to get myself to where I want to go, instead of still sitting up in that bedroom. At least now I am moving, making my life bigger.

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