I'm continually getting a shock each time I look in the mirror.
My eyes are not bloodshot.
My hair is not greyer than it was, nor is it falling out.
I don't have dark shadows under my eyes.
I don't have excessively pale or sallow skin.
I don't have huge sagging bags under my eyes.
I don't have a haunted look etched into my face.
It astounds me I don’t look anything like I feel.
Perhaps this is just as well as, if I did, small children would start crying and bury their faces in their mother’s skirts when I walked past, and even the most hardened adults would probably cross the street to avoid me.
Somewhere out there must be a terrifying painting of me twisted in an exhausted emotional mess.