Bath Shower Home Design

When I look at myself in the mirror these days, I wonder what happened to the independent and strong person who used to smile back at me every day. She must be lying somewhere hidden under all the makeup and fake smiles that I paste on daily to act like I am truly a fierce competitor, capable of the tasks lying ahead . I dabbed on my foundation, even though it takes so much energy to do even one stroke  against my skin. I perfect the cat eye winged liner , which creates so much anxiety because I want it to look perfect with my facade. The final touch is to smear the color red on these lips of mine, a bold color, so people look at my lips versus my eyes because my eyes can give away my true feelings. I’m a work of art. I’m strong, capable, independent and fierce and am someone who can challenge the monsters waiting to attack from the wings. But I am also  a liar. By day, I can handle the tasks flooding me. I can take the angry and degrading shouts from clients who want something perfe...

It’s 7 a.m. You’re awake. You have been for awhile. But you don’t open your eyes. Maybe if you don’t, you won’t have to see how the world has changed overnight. No, not the world. Just your world. Maybe if you lie very still and don’t move at all, she’ll go away. She’ll go stay someplace else. It’s too soon. Not again. Your brain turns to panic. How will you get rid of her this time? You try to talk yourself out of it. She’s not really back, you just didn’t sleep well enough. Get up. Make some coffee. Take a shower. “You’re lazy!” she says. That’s all the confirmation you need. Last time she was here for months and she only stayed away for weeks. How long will it take, this time? Maybe this time she’s here permanently. You avoid starting the day with a foolish hope that you can avoid her. But it doesn’t matter what you do or don’t do. You can feel her in the soul crushing heaviness upon your chest. You can sense her toxic presence by the churning in your stomach. She’s the pressure b...