I look back at the mirror to look at what I have become, but all I can see is the corpse of the girl I once was, I can't help but be scared I can hardly recognize myself, she looks sad, she frowns, she cries. I tell her she won't always feel this way, but she doesn't believe me, she looks at me, she asks me how I know, I say I know because I am you I'm you from the future, she comes to sit next to me on the floor, I allow it. She says she can hardly recognize herself, and I say yeah me either, she asks if she can ask some questions, I say yes, she says the first thing she wants to know is if she will get better. I frown and I say no we will always be sick, but we learn to cope, she then asks if we will be happy, I smile and say YES YES we do. She smiles and giggles, then she gives me a great BIG hug, and whispers in my ear thank you, thank you for fighting for us, thank you for never giving up, thank you for being you.