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It was terrible for me, living with catoptrophobia. For me, it went so far that I couldn't stand any reflective surface, let alone just mirrors. I hadn't seen my own reflection in so long I almost couldn't remember what my own face truly looked like. I couldn't even think of mirrors or reflections without feeling at least slightly nauseous. When I actually saw a mirror, I'd have panic attacks and other things like that. It was just horrible. I knew it was totally and completely irrational, but that could never help the feeling that mirrors were going to steal some part of my own soul if I ever looked into one.

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