When I look in the mirror I see one of two images of myself. The first wears bright colours, laughing and enthusiastic, the other is grey - just grey. Behind the vibrant me, are the smiling figures of my husband, my sons, my colleagues at work, my mother and my friends, without whom I could not do the roles that I do. Behind the grey me are ghostly figures of the same people frowning as I let them down either in reality or in my mind.
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