The House of Mirrors

There’s a moment in every life when the stories we’ve been telling ourselves start to crack.When all the excuses and half-truths lose their power, and we’re left staring at the raw reflection of who we’ve become.

That moment is terrifying.It’s also the most important work we’ll ever do.

For most of my life, I was a mirror for everyone else.I learned how to reflect the room so no one had to feel uncomfortable.How to keep the peace by softening my edges, mirroring other people’s moods, agreeing with things that didn’t feel true just so I wouldn’t have to stand out.Sometimes, that’s what survival looked like—becoming whatever the moment needed, even if it cost me a piece of myself.

I mirrored anger back to stay safe.I mirrored happiness to avoid questions.I mirrored indifference so nobody would see how much I actually cared.

And for a while, it worked.I could be invisible and acceptable at the same time.But eventually, you realise that living in the House of Mirrors means you never see yourself clearly.Every reflection is warped by someone else’s expectations.Every version of you depends on who’s watching.

This Tape is the beginning of stepping out of that house.It’s a commitment to stop bending my reflection to fit other people’s comfort.To stand still long enough to see who I am when nobody else is looking.To let that version of me be enough.

Because healing doesn’t start when you’ve figured it all out.It starts when you stop hiding from your own reflection—and decide that even the parts you’ve been taught to disguise are worth loving.