I sat on my usual bus ride home, route 19, from my evening sociology class at the University of Winnipeg. The sun had already set behind the tall buildings, taking with it the light and warmth from the day. Outside was dark and I couldn’t see anything outside my window except for my own reflection looking back at me. The girl in the window had long brown hair and wide hazel eyes. She would have looked beautiful if not for the air of depression that seemed to rest on her shoulders. The girl’s hair was unkempt and she wore no makeup to help her appearance. Her mouth and forehead showed lines of stress, and her eyes were filled with grief and sorrow. I really hated this girl, because I feared that this reflection of mine would become a permanent reality. Continue reading “My Healing Journey”
June 28th, 2017