it's funny, isn't it? how you can spend so long trying to become someone new, someone better, someone further away from who you were and then one little thing, a smell, a song, a face in the crowd and bam you're right back there like you never left that the work you do is just building a little room around that old self, a nicer room maybe, with better furniture and maybe a view but still the same haunted house at the center. and i keep catching glimpses of her in the mirror. the before. Dr. Reeves says it's about integration not erasure…easier said than done when who I was is someone I actively hate.