Monday, June 21, 2010


It's become so difficult to look in the mirror without having my upper teeth. I have aged about 20 years and there is an apparition looking back at me that I can't identify with. I look like my mother in her 90's. It's enough that I have lost most of my hair and have lizard skin due the disease Annuloma Granulera that emerged 15 years ago with my first PTSD episode. I so desperately want a different image reflecting back at me. The last 15 years have been a fast forward movie of the aging process. It's a nightmare that I am constantly reminded of and much, much too soon. What I see, frightens me. It's like a preview into the morgue.

~ Tutte ~