It is a fake image. Yes, that’s it all. There is nothing truthful in this image, yet that is what Cithelo, my friend, can see in this cracked mirror.

Nothing appears to be good, admirable or hopeful. All one can see is this ugly, sad and depressed image of a woman. The reason being that, she knows no summer, autumn, or spring in her life. From the image portrayed in the mirror, every day is winter and it’s windy all year round. The images are always the same or get worse daily.

Dull boring winter images of barren trees. So haze, dull and unattractive images. Yet, they almost portray the exact her, and not the image as is said.

Remember, it is only an image portrayed in a mirror. It is only but a reflection. It is only that in many ways the mirror is cracked terribly and in most cases coupled with dirt. It is so dirty that the images are equally the same. It’s her image but SOMEHOW DISTORTED. Why? Who might have done this? Who knows who did it, or why, for which reasons and how?

Those are some of the world’s mysteries.

We all wonder and always guess that she is a victim of abuse. There, we cannot be wrong. Yes, a victim of abuse.

Anyway, who made me a judge over my friend? Cithelo will just accuse me of popping my nose where it is not supposed to be. But I will not stand by and let her ruin her life. I will help her in her unfortunate situation.

An abusive relationship makes one believe that one is worthless, and always on the wrong side of the law. Whose law? Oh, I see. She will have broken the laws of the abuser. How shameful? She is made to see her ugly self as the unchanging, disobedient woman or girl, stubborn as death. Is this true? True, according to whose principles?

Who made that person a judge over her? I hate this, but surely she is trapped.

She needs help and to be convinced that the reflection in that mirror is not true. The image is taking that shape because it is either the mirror is cracked or dirty, therefore portraying a wrong image. She needs conviction that the image can be changed if the mirror is washed and make it clean. If it is cracked she needs to be convinced that she can easily replace the cracked one by buying a new one.

Yes, that is when she will realize who she really is, not the labels and stickers put on her by people. People can do anything. I mean both men and women. Women are even worse. They can be prejudiced against you, label you and convince one that one is not even worth a cent. What a shame?

Cithelo has a bleeding heart. It is broken. It has unhealed wounds from the past, present and to her future which is so haze. She needs someone to help her deal with the broken mirror of her life so that she can see clearly. She perceives life with no surprises at all. “It’s gonna be the same,” she always confesses that. To her, life revolves around the various forms of abuse. She says she knows them all. The sings of physical, emotional, financial, psychological, spiritual, verbal…you name them. It is all these hurts that break Cithelo’s mirror. Thus, it portrays false images, so different and so ugly.

Laughter is one thing she misses in her life.

It isn’t that she does not what to, but when she tries to, the picture she sees in the mirror horrifies her. It just reminds her of the day she graduated from childhood into womanhood. She had smiled thinking that when she is a boss of her own house and family, life would be honey on her lips.

Unfortunately for her, the smile was short lived.

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