"And is there a second step?" She asked one day out of the blue.
"A second step?"
"To change?"
"Well, sorta. It's simple. Just grab yourself a mirror and stare at your eyes. What do they tell you? Are you drowning when it's only the afternoon? Are you praying that the car will come and hit you? Are you happy? Do you find yourself trailing off to another world with your mind? Hoping to get far away from this horrendous one? Answer those questions. And the answers will tell you if you need to throw away your past. Stomp on it. Tear it into shreds and bam, you're brand new."
"Just like that?"
"Just like that. Sure, you'll look the same. But it's how you're going to see yourself that only matters. If you learn to love yourself, you will change with a snap of my fingers."
"You say it so simply but it's quite hard."
"I know. I'm still trying to finish the first step but I think I forgot where I put the box."
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Short Story"they told us that we needed therapy, as if medication and tainted words could fix broken toys."
