When I look in the mirror, I see someone who looks like the person I appear to be. The person I am in pictures. The person others see. For some reason, this person doesn’t look like me. Like my soul, like my heart. Like what I love and who I am. Her eyes don’t capture the depth of my perspective. Her hair doesn’t curl with my authentic creativity. Her nose can’t smell the true intentions of others...

I woke up with my vision blurry and not able to breathe air. I panicked. Moving my legs and arms felt different. With each kick and punch I felt the weight of my body at whole. The thought of being underwater struck my mind and I immediately began treading water. I pushed my body upwards as much as I could, but still couldn’t feel the oxygen hitting my lungs. The panic grew more extreme. I could f...