I find that I’ve changed a lot over the past few years.

Not for the good either.

I don’t know that person who looks back at me from the mirror each day.

There’s a bitterness in her heart.

There’s a deep sorrow in her eyes.

Her mouth is tight-lipped and seldom smiles.

Her heart is heavy and never light as in the past.

She looks tired, used up.

No, I don’t know her.