"who do you see when you look in the mirror?" asks the counselor.
when i look in the mirror, i see myself hysterical in expression, snot-nosed and itchy-eyed, holding on to the last fray of a rope. the width of which is too big to fit my hand around anyway.
yet frantically, i claw at the air with my one free hand trying with all my might to grab that rope.
quite an image to flash through the mind when being asked this question, is it not?
sort of a common thing to say, "i'm at the end of my rope." but that's not what i actually did say in answer. nor did i explain my vision.
instead i rattled off a very exasperated, "i don't know." which effectively closed the session, i think.